In the quiet of the evening, just at the moment of sunset, the voice of silence speaks.
In the rustle of early morning, at the moment of sunrise, a voice rises from the silence of the night.
When I was in college I, along with a group of my buddies, went camping, sleeping out at night.
On one occasion, we slept on a plateau.
At sunset, we saw the sun descend, as it were.
At sunrise, we the sun arise, as it were.
On that plateau, I had a silent moment when my heart heard God speak in a whisper, “I am here!”
“Look with your heart.”
“Hear with your heart.”
We watch and we wait when the Son arises in our world.
We see the Light.
Then, as a result of those moments, we become lights of the Light!
