1 John 2:1-14, Ephesians 6:10-20, 1 Timothy 2:5-6, Matthew 11:25-30
It was a theory voiced by an aging doubt-filled faithful Catholic in a sunlit Waffle House on the outskirts of Fairhope, Alabama. Paul took a deep swig of his coal-black coffee, wiped his mouth with his napkin and said, “Look, when a man and a woman make love, they make love. They’re literally creating love in the world that wasn’t there moments before.” He grinned and waited for my younger Baptist-bred response. I took an equally deep swig of coffee, then simply grinned back.
I think about my friend Paul’s theory often. I believe there’s truth to it, I really do. And I believe there’s a kindred truth to that of making love, and that’s making light. That’s right – making light. Stay with me a minute.
The disciple Jesus loved is writing to people very dear to his heart, so dear that he refers to them as his “children.” His words to them are equal parts pastoral and parental. John cautions them against hating brother or sister, for in so doing they are furthering the reality of darkness. His heart-felt plea is for them to love one another, for when that happens they are living in the light. In other words, they are making light. Stay with me one more minute.
If Christ lives in us – the same Christ that John referred to in his Gospel as “the light of the world” – then every fiber of our being is infused with that light source. So in whatever we do or say, if it is saturated with love, then we are co-laborers with Christ in unmaking the dark. We are making light. And in the presence of such light, darkness has no choice but to retreat. The darkness is disappearing because of God’s children, well, making light.
If I had shared that theory that day with Paul, I believe he would have scratched his grizzled chin for a minute, then grinned. There’s a good chance he might have just given up and erupted in belly laughter at the thought of it all, causing our fellow breakfast fans to pause mid-bite and stare. Quite a picture if you think about it: two aging men swapping theories about making love and making light, and in the midst of their Waffle Housed laughter, the light outside growing taller and stronger and brighter. The light overcoming. The light winning.
Written By John Blase