As we drove into Saint Joe last night, crossing the bridge, we could see the sun shining above the ridge back at Wathena. Still shining after the day’s work was ended and the drive home was finished. What a fine change from all those days of cloud and fog.

After the weeks of gray and cold, a day of sunshine brings something like revival. A brighter sky somehow seems to throw open the window of the soul, lifts us a bit.

I find an even finer effect in the words of Scripture. A reassurance that reaches across the centuries from other voices speaking from their own lives: voices of pain and joy, trial and victory, agony and delight. From the same source of strength, they speak of deliverance and power, promise and comfort. From these who overcame by the Word, who endured all things, who surrendered their souls to him who had given them, who chose death over disobedience, I am renewed, strengthened and uplifted. From them and from him who gave them hope, I find light brighter than the sun, burning red and sinking slowly in the last glow of a winter day.

H. Arnett
2/3/10