As the seasons change, so does the light.
At my home across from a cornfield, we’ll soon have flaming sunsets and orange moons, thanks to all the dust from the harvest in the air.
Inside, I’ve started enjoying candlelight from spice-scented candles, and I’ve begun turning on lamps in the early evening. Soon, the nights will be cool enough to gather around a fire – and the fellowship will be warm as well, with lots of laughter.
I welcome the changing quality of light as summer transitions to autumn. Sunlight, moonlight, candlelight, firelight – they’re all softly gilded and comforting this time of year. And although the sunlight will cool and fade with the coming of winter, we seem to make up for it with the glow of Christmas lights, inside and out.
As I read one of my favorite verses this week, I considered this: as much pleasure as I take in the season’s changing quality of light, I am thankful that our God, our “Father of lights,” never changes.
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning. – James 1:17
In his wonderful commentary, David Guzik explains that in the original language, the phrase “Father of lights” could be translated “Father of the lights,” referring to God as the Creator of the sun and moon.
And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also. – Genesis 1:16
God is as reliable and unchangeable as the sun and moon, which provide light even when it appears they are not. They shine steadily on, even when the earth turns away as it rotates.
What a picture of our Father, who provides all we need – whether he is in the forefront of our lives, or in the background, whether we can sense his light and warmth, or not.
What do you enjoy most about the changing seasons? What metaphor about the character of God is your favorite? I welcome your comments!