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.