photo of lightning bugs in the Great Smoky Mountains
As I was leaving Shangri La Ti Da one evening, it was just at the time that the lighting bugs begin to rise and I was inspired.
From a safe, relatively safe, and known position on the ground, the lightning bugs rise into the dark sky. Tiny fliers in the vast and descending darkness.
Not only do they rise, but they rise and shine their light, their light just big enough to illumine a small sphere around them, for as long as they can. They don’t drop back to the ground when their light goes out, but continue to fly and wait to be recharged to shine again and again and again. Each of them lights the area where they are, just that area. That sphere of influence.
They shine because it is what they were made to do.
They shine even though it is a beacon to what may swoop down on them from the darkness (like small children with jars or bats hungry). They shine until the light of sun comes anew.
Courageous little lightning bugs.
We, too, are made to shine in the darkness until the Son comes anew.
Are we that courageous?