Pavements and Prisms
A few days ago, I read the lovely words, “You are the jewel through which My light shines” and it took me back to those early years living at Ashburnham when day after day, before the children woke, I would walk round the main lake singing from the bottom of my heart, sometimes with tears rolling down my cheeks “Jesus take me as I am”, and the words
“Make me like a precious stone
Crystal clear and finely honed
Love of Jesus shining through
Giving glory back to you”
I knew what a dull hard stone I was before He picked me up and held me in His hand, and how much of a lifetime’s polishing there was still for Him to do!
I wonder have you ever looked closely at those very thick small glass squares set into pavements above cellars, acting as skylights? I only ever remember seeing them in London, and was fascinated with them as a child – they often have special prismatic glass to maximise the light entering the cellar. and to my childish imagination they looked like jewels! I often wanted to jump up and down on them in pleasure, and would crouch down and touch them and try to peer down through them, if unnoticed by accompanying adults. At the age of 17, when I started working in London, I changed my tactics and would try and walk round them in case anyone below could possibly look up my skirt! Though a few years later when I went into a cellar bar, which was in fact under such a skylight, and looked up, although you could see the blur of legs busily hurrying by on the pavement above, it was very much “For now we see through a glass, darkly”
As Mary’s firstborn son, and after her purification ceremonies, the 40-day old Jesus was brought to the Temple to be dedicated to the Lord, and the very elderly Simeon prophesied over this little baby that He was to become a light for both Jew and Non-Jew. Matthew, in his Gospel tells us that when Jesus began preaching in Galilee, He was fulfilling Isaiah’s words that through the coming Messiah, the people who lived in darkness would see a great light. That’s the darkness where we all once lived of course, until Jesus broke in and dazzled us with His cosmic radiance and started changing the whole lighting rig of our lives
I believe that we are like His ‘jewels’, His prisms through which His light shines – that we are set in the pavement wherever and however He chooses, and our job is to humbly, simply and beautifully reflect the Light that is Jesus to the people in cellars and dungeons and dark places of lostness and encroaching death beneath. What a privilege!
And somehow it takes the pressure off us, don’t you think?