I knew that there must be some light out there ..........................
I came to enjoy the game of searching for (pockets of light) in the darkness, reflections of the sun that was surely out there somewhere.
Through crevices between houses, along the backside of gardens overgrown with weeds and thorns, dancing in the windows. Eventually I caught glimpses as the buildings spaced out yet still it ducked and dived from my sight.
As I approached the open square, the intensity around me began to increase and build.
Finally, as I broke through my surroundings, there it stood as it had all along.
It hadn't changed.
Only my own position had.
I use to make such claims and probably still am
I'm in a place in life now where I believe that God does dwell, as the psalmist claims, everywhere, in everything- even in the worst of places, Sheol (death). Yes there's a load of rubbish in this life but there are gems buried in deep within the dust and debris. I believe that were we to demonstrate to people where God was already at work in the world and in their own lives, more people would want to know him.
As we journey though the urban landscape of our lives, the light may not be blinding us. It may be that we seldom, if ever see the sun. But often times we perceive it in its reflection in the glass and we wouldn't recognise the shape of shadows if it was absent. People may be closer to the light than we give them, or Christ, credit for.
Look for the glimmers of light and help others recognise them. It can be a fun game.