What is God like? Ah, where can I begin? Perhaps here is good for today…
God is like the sun that spins in the skies and shines its light and spreads its warmth across my upturned face.
It’s winter, almost Christmas, so I’m thinking of sun on a cold, cloudy day. I love the sun, the warmth, the light. I love the feel of it against my skin and the cool shadows it cast across my afternoon garden.
Somewhere, beyond the winter storm clouds, the sun still shines as bright as it does on a clear summer day. Today, its just gray.
Perhaps this is faith, too…dreaming of the sun on a cold winter day, absolutely convinced it’s out there and someday, I’ll see it clearly again.
But why did I begin here?
Because it’s almost Christmas.
Let me try again…what is God like? God is like the sun, so brilliant I can’t look directly at it on a clear summer day. So fierce, no spaceship can survive its glory. So determined, no power of man can control its course. Yes, God is like the sun, spinning across the sky.
But the sun is not some isolated, unapproachable power. No, not at all. Even today, filtered through the clouds, the sun illumines my afternoon garden. Ah, light. How I love light. Light that awakens me in the morning, that shows me colors and shapes and textures. Light that illumines the path before my feet.
But today, I am craving something else. Today, I’m craving warmth. Ah, the warmth of the sun. I shudder to think about the cold of the long, sun-less arctic winter. I know I must remember, that even on this cloudy day, the air is warmer than it was last night or will be tonight. Warmth. Ah, the warmth that melts the snow, awakens the ground and invites my heart to celebrate the ease of summer.
Yes, God is like the sun that spins unapproachable across the sky. And God is like the light that illumines my garden. And God is like the warmth that bathes each day. And all three; the sun, the light and the warmth exist as one.
Soon, we’ll celebrate the birth of Christ, the light of the world who baptizes us with warmth of the Holy Spirit. Glory to God; Father, Son and Spirit. Amen.