Well, if you made it through chapter one of Things We’ve Handed Down: Twelve Letters I Leave for You, please keep reading. That first chapter included comments from people about their struggles and hurts, statistics about what is wrong with this world, and reflections about a book about disappointments.
Bad news was there. Sadness was there. Grief was there.
But I didn’t let the chapter end with grief.
The chapter ended where I want these thoughts and this blog and our lives to be: with God.
That took us to chapter two. “Wounds Are Where Light Enters”—from a book by Walter Wangerin, Jr.—the words on these pages continue revealing what has been handed down to us and what we might be able to hand down to others.
And what better to appropriately follow disappointment, than wounds?
And what better to find hope amid wounds, than welcoming a hopeful holy light which enters?
Please read this chapter. Please let the stories about a funeral service, a suicide, a Christmas tree, and a chilly afternoon of bloodcurdling screams—please let all of that, and all of your struggles and your hopes, help you see the light.
Please read Psalm 23:4. Please read that book by Wangerin. Please welcome light entering even near your wounds.
We all have wounds. We all have disappointments. We all have dark days and nights and seasons.
We all can also find light. The light of hope. The light of love. The light of healing. The light of Christ.
Even in darkness light dawns for the upright, for those who are gracious and compassion and righteous. (Psalm 112:4, NIV)
