Light Seed

Do not be deceived, my beloved brothers.  Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.  Of his own will he brought us forth by the word of truth, that we should be a kind of firstfruits of his creatures. – James 1:16-18

The Father of lights, as if we were ourselves firefly angels, messengers of so faint a luminescence that none would notice us, except to smile. 

We are lightning bottled and sealed for a while in earthy bowls with faces like jack-o-lanterns frightening and delighting.  The light is the same.

And who would have thought old pragmatic James would bring us this, old Camel-knees, old Stay-at-home, Stick-to-it James.  It’s like finding a gold Double-Eagle in the corn-crib and wondering if they sorted by color. 

From here He looks like a Laughing Father, speaking us forth between guffaws, peals of delight like radio rainbow thunderbolts, and catching His Breath at last, smiling and adding, “They look like a good start. 

Carry on.”