stained glass

I have a fascination with stained glass

 

Every morning, when the sun’s light beams just right through the colored glass in my dining room, the opposite wall is washed with orange, green and yellow tints. 

 

As I watch the light color my own pale skin today, I remain in awe at the power of Light

 

We have been asking the Father to open both our eyes as well as those around us to see Truth. In essence, when we do so, we are opening the drapes on the window of a soul, so that His heavenly Light can wash a heart with His brilliant color.

 

Just as pulling back my drapes at 3:00 a.m won’t showcase the stained glass, our initial prayers may need His timing to activate a heart. Waiting in prayer is often needed for His Light.

 

“My soul waits for the Lord more than the watchmen for the morning.” (Psalm 130:6)

 

Now, here comes the really amazing part:

 

When He allows Himself to be seen,

it means that He is also transforming

the watchman into His image.

 

Just as light streams through the stained glass to wash the wall with morning color, He not only reveals Himself to those who wait for Him, but also transfigures our soul into His image

 

When we see Him, we become like Him (1 John 3:2). 

 

We can’t force this to happen because of what we do. Light washes us because of where we stand. As we quieten our thoughts and emotions before Him, He can’t help but spill Himself over and into us (Luke 1:78). 

 

We need His transforming Light. His energizing brilliance is missing from our mundane religious experience. Let’s wait before Him – first to enlighten us and then to enlighten those around us. 

 

May your faith be strengthened to know that His dawning is a sure thing. The sun’s daily rising is our promise. 

 

“So let us know, let us press on to know the Lord. His going forth is as certain as the dawn; And He will come to us like the rain, like the spring rain watering the earth.” (Hosea 6:3) 

 

O Holy Father, quieten my soul before You that I may know the transforming power of Your Light. Open my eyes to see the Truth of Your nearness. Open my heart to breathe constant prayer for my fellowman as well as my country – that they too might be transformed by the intense brightness of Your Life. You alone are the Hope of our families, yes, even our peoples. Use my prayers as the stained glass of purity that reflects Your luminosity to others around me. In the glow of Your Son I stand, Amen.” 

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Other Posts about His Brilliance:

A Glimpse of Brilliance

Shekinah Glory

Seeing the Unseen

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Light Switch On

As we lean in to hear what the Father and His Son are talking about, we know that we will hear Truth

 

When you and I started this prayer journey together, I told you about the five topics that the Lord brought to my attention on behalf of Truth. We talked about the first two in previous posts:

 

  1. Bind up the work of deceit
  2. Prepare hearts to receive Truth

 

Today, we begin digging into the third topic:

 

3. Open eyes to see Truth.

 

The evil one hates for anyone to see the Light of Christ (2 Corinthians 4:4). After all, Jesus is the very image of the invisible God (Hebrews 1:3) and satan has a real problem with that. Anyone who turns their focus upon Truth is effectually turning their eyes off of the selfish, deceitful ruler of this world. And as you can well imagine, satan has an issue with jealousy. 

 

As a master of deceit and father of all lies, the evil one exists to blind (John 8:44).

 

He absolutely despises anyone to see Truth clearly. 

 

All the more reason to turn on some Light, wouldn’t you say? When we pray that eyes are opened to Truth, we are welcoming the brilliant radiance of Christ to penetrate darkness

 

When Mark and I first married, we lived in a duplex in an older part of town. The house had originally been a single-family home, which had been divided by simply locking an adjoining door from both sides. 

 

The single guy next door was not a housekeeper and quite accustomed to leaving food and trash piled up day after day. Roaches loved the set-up; feeding on his side of the house and then coming over to ours for the night. 

 

One of my most distinct memories of that place was my terror of going to the bathroom in the night. (I hate roaches and dread the thought of one of them running across my foot in the dark.)  I resorted to sleeping with slippers, a can of bug spray, and one of Mark’s shoes next to the bed. Before making my nightly journey to the toilet, I would arm myself well and turn on the light to give them plenty of chance to scatter. 

 

As you can well imagine, we didn’t stay in this duplex long. Looking back, I’m not sure if we moved because of my fear of roaches or because of Mark’s nightly awakening from the light.  Either way, I learned that roaches and lights don’t mix. 

 

Praying for someone’s eyes to be opened to Truth is like turning the light on a roach. The evil one hates his deeds spotlighted and exposing him with our prayers sends him scurrying, roach-like, back into the darkness (John 3:20).

 

“Father, teach me how to breathe “Light-giving” prayers. I want to join You in watching the evil one run. In the Name of the true Light, Amen.”

 

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