We went out to the pier with our cameras. The sky was bright already, but the sun was still behind the curtain of earth. In a few minutes, the sun poked its bald head over the horizon and slowly tugged into the sky.
I was surprised to see how the sun made the sky appear dusty rose, especially since it was pretty bright on its own. But the sun overpowered the other light in the sky with its own intense luminosity.
Throughout this year, a thought has been playing through my head about the sun and the Son. In the English language, is it an accident that Jesus Christ is referred to as the Son, and the brightest source of energy and light is also called the sun? Saying those two words aloud, I cannot hear a difference.
And I've been learning this all-year long: the Son brights me joy, it brings light upon everything. In contrast to what is already bright, it outshines the rest. There is no other source of energy quite like it. When it is cloudy, I feel down in my soul; when it is sunny, I feel God's smile on me.
Watching the Son rise this morning was a pulchritudinous (a big word for "beautiful") moment.
We serve a risen Saviour! He is RISEN indeed! And all that He demands of us is our love and our life. What could be simpler?
3 comments:
hi honey,
It's beautiful...the sunrise and your analogy of sun and Son...it made my eyes steamy...may be lately I'm a bit emotional....
on another note, is there an article for Jesus Christ? sorry that I'm sensitive to grammar...
love you
mom
your mom is so cute. (:
thanks for sharing your easter morning view & thoughts on the Son & the sun. i really miss living near a lake. though the campus where i study is very open & beautiful, there's nothing that really compares to a lakeside view.
Great pictures Joyce! Thanks for sharing them so i didn't have to wake up earlly but can still enjoy them through you! :D
-Tim
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