The blind receive sight…  (Matthew 11:5)

It snowed last night.

This is not unheard of in our town, but it is rare—about once a year.  So, of course, everyone turned out into the streets to watch the snow fall and freeze our collective tucases (tucai?) off.

As I stood looking up into the night sky I noticed that, while I could see the snow collecting on trees and cars and children, it was in fact too dark to see the snow falling.

I could feel it.

I could taste it—at least, I hope that was snow.

But I couldn’t see it.

Then I had one of those flashes of brilliance for which I am known throughout my living room.  I took my flashlight, aimed it at the sky, and clicked it on.

Wow.

The sky exploded—figuratively, not literally—with light.

I could see each individual flake as it fell toward me.

It was like white-hot sparks drifting down from some heavenly fire.

It was like being in my very own ticker-tape parade.

It was like travelling in the Enterprise at warp speed—geek brethren, can I get an “Amen”?

It was glorious.  So I gave him glory.

If someone had come to me at that moment and asked me to prove that what I held in my hand was a flashlight, it would have been simple.

I could see.

The Light came, and I could see.

Enjoy the view today, Beloved.