“No one can see the Kingdom of God unless he is born again.” –John 3:3
For those with eyes to see…
There once was a man and a woman who lived their lives in complete and total darkness. We can taste what’s in our mouths, touch whatever’s within reach, smell for hundreds of meters, and hear within tens of miles, but it’s only through vision that we communicate with the sun and stars. They had eyes, but could never see.
They awoke one night in confusion. Two small candles had been lit in their home. They saw light and shadow for the first time. The world they had always known was still there, but it was somehow more familiar and more foreign.
They picked up the candles and walked around their home, seeing everything for the first time. Rough edges, sharp points, dark corners, smooth finishes. There were holes in the floors where they had sometimes fallen which they could now repair. And there were other candles spread throughout the house, which they lit as they walked—their eyes drinking in the light of their world.
The woman saw someone moving in another room of the house. As she approached, she pulled back a thick curtain and saw that it was her own reflection in a mirror. The man followed her and they saw themselves for the first time. Rough edges, sharp points, dark corners, smooth finishes. Enchanted and repulsed, they stared at themselves for a long, long time.
As they stared, their reflections began to fade into light. They realized they were seeing their reflections, not in a mirror, but on a darkened window. And the sun was rising outside. A twinge of sadness at the fading of their reflections was drowned in the light washing the creation before them. Rough land, sharp peaks, dark seas, smooth skin.
They spent the rest of their lives lighting candles throughout creation, sleeping through some nights and weeping through others, always with an enduring eye on the horizon for they knew, “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.”