I received a wonderful gift from a friend in Canada. Our kids are pen pals starting last summer, and they had exchanged letters, postcards, and mementos from each other’s country. My friend sent me a mini photo book of lighthouses taken all over Atlantic Canada. I’ve always been captivated by photos of a solitary lighthouse. This book is indeed precious to me.
Except for a light pole that I had seen back in our hometown’s beach when I was young, I haven’t seen a real lighthouse. Every time I see a photo of one on a faraway island or on a dark, misty deserted shore, bizarre thoughts would play in my mind. The sight of a lighthouse brings an eerie feeling. And as I stared at Deanne’s book of lighthouses, these thoughts worked their way in my mind:
A boat distressed in a dark stormy sea, tossed about by angry waves, unrelenting and punishing in their wake. The boat is buffeted on all sides. There seems to be no relief. Or hope.
Suddenly, there’s a glimmer of light from a distance. It’s dark and the shroud of mist is thick, but there is light indeed. Its brightness obstinately competes with the wrathful skies and seas, standing sure and enduring. At last, there is land! A haven.
After a long time of struggling, the boat crashed violently on the rocky banks. That was the last of it. But there’s still a hint of life remaining amidst the ruins.
While I looked at the lighthouses, there was no way that I could not think of myself being buffeted by illness that suddenly took over my body, of horrifying fear that threatened the very life of me many years ago. The illness was encompassing with only one intent – to kill. The fear was suffocating, like a pair of giant hairy hands choking me to my death. It very well felt like being tossed in a dark, punishing sea, thick of the horrors of not ever finding safety before it was too late.
But the light of the Savior pierced through the seemingly impenetrable darkness. The dark found no place in His blinding light. Like a lighthouse beckoning for safety and solid ground, He was that light.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
12 even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you. (Ps. 139:11-12 NIV)
And as this lost soul was deposited at the feet of her Savior, she knew she had found her haven. Her Lighthouse had unfailingly guided her towards the shore. And she was saved. Just.in.time.
The Lord Jesus Christ is my Lighthouse.
2 The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light: they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined. (Is. 9:2)
That is why He will always be dear to me. No amount of suffering can ever separate me from the One who gave me life. That’s why on Sunday before midnight, I arose to praise Him. My spirit fellowshipped with His Spirit and we danced that spiritual dance enrapt in His everlasting love. And tears flowed. For there is absolutely nothing better than the experience of His pure, powerful love.
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