Last Light … a time when, as the light dims, hope fades…
But last light is also when
faith comes into its own…
Faith is hope in action… a hope (by
hope’s definition) not yet seen.
Last light. A time for which faith rises.
***
Faith comes
out at night,
When last
light disappears,
And
semblances of hope fade,
Because faith has no need of light.
Faith comes
out at night,
When last
light no longer steers,
And light
is no longer our aid,
Because faith is not faith with
sight.
Faith comes
out at night,
When last
light can’t help our fears,
When light’s
no longer arrayed,
Because by faith is how we fight.
***
Faith comes out at
night. There’s no need of it in broad daylight. Of course, I’m using day and
night as metaphors here. When life’s going well, and certainly when there’s
nothing to write home about when we’re away, faith has no role. But the time
when faith comes into its own — the time when its necessity is born — is as
last light comes and hope fades.
When we struggle
and stumble and fall, although it doesn’t seem so, our faith gear is engaged.
It’s when our faith engineers our response. Our responses don’t have to look pretty,
and much of the time they’ll look awkward. Awkward responses are recoverable.
Last light. A time for which faith rises.
When we’re staring down the barrel of
our own demise, when life’s come to be more terrible than we could ever have
imagined, something in us wants to rise. Something in us has to fight for what
is right. Something in us realises that there’s so much more to life that’s
beyond our sight. There’s more to the story than we can see just now. We tell
ourselves, “Hold on in faith!” For we must.
My writing is bent toward the
person in crisis simply for the fact that I’ve seen the majesty of God’s power
released as a product of the coming of night. It’s almost as if God’s grace
comes paradoxically to nurse us through such a time; to teach us how to manage
a life we cannot control.
When last light has come and then
gone it’s time for faith to rise. It’s time to trust God. It’s time to stop
doing life in our own strength.
If such a time as last light never
comes in your life I bid you well. But my experience is last light is the time
when life actually begins.
When night comes, as we turn the
corner into Struggle Street, keep driving forward in faith, until morning
comes.
Morning always comes. Arise, in
faith.
© 2015 Steve Wickham.
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