In August, besides celebrating (or mourning) the end of summer, we had the chance to observe a solar eclipse. Different locations and circumstances (ah, cloudy Minneapolis) dictated just how much of the eclipse we were able to see. Darkness covered the light. It wasn’t safe to look at. It wasn’t in our control. And, we watched. I had the pleasure of observing it with my children and my parents. My father tried to get the grandchildren to join him in a dance to encourage the sun to return. They looked at him like he was crazy, and promptly jumped back into the pool. There was no doubt in their mind, even as they watched the sun disappear in the middle of the day, that the light would return.
We all have different levels of comfort with darkness. We all have different levels of trust in the light. Sometimes, it doesn’t feel safe to have our children observe this struggle between darkness and light. Mostly, it feels like we have no control. And, quite often, it seems as if our efforts to control the light are futile and we may as well just jump in the lake. For the eclipse, we listened to NASA scientists explain all that was happening, and we trusted in their wisdom and understanding, learned a bit about this amazing universe of ours, and trusted that the moon wouldn’t forever blot out the light of the sun. As Christians, seeking peace and love in this world of ours, we learn that by working together we are the peacemakers, the light bringers. When we see darkness and hate in this world, we know that LOVE is stronger, and that we can bring light into the world.