by Hannah Schaeffer
And the light shines on in the darkness, and the darkness has never put it out. John 1:5, International Standard Version.
I’ll always remember that rainstorm. I was about six years old.
I was in the car with my mother. As always I was rambling about school and boys and glue sticks that dry out. My mother nodded and listened while concentrating on the road.
Suddenly I saw something I recognized in the middle of the storm’s darkness. I yelled, “Mommy, it’s Jesus!” Craning my neck to get a better view, I excitedly tried to free myself from my booster seat.
My mother told me calmly, “Hannah, relax. Jesus isn’t going anywhere! Mommy is going to crash the car if you do not stay in your booster seat.”
“But Mommy, I want to see Jesus,” I insisted, pointing out the window. Among the thick black clouds that blanketed the horizon, there was a spot with streaks of sunlight boldly piercing through the darkness. I stared at the streams of golden rays in complete awe.
I imagined Jesus surrounded by angels. It was as if Jesus couldn’t see me from behind the thick, dark clouds, and He was poking holes in the clouds just to be able to see me. I was delighted! Of course, I had no idea that this was a normal scientific occurrence called Crepuscular Rays of Sunlight.
Every time I see those Crepuscular Rays of Sunlight, I remember that rainstorm from long ago. And I’m glad Jesus’ presence is not limited to scientific phenomena. I’m glad He is everywhere, all the time. Yet it’s good to know that Jesus makes Himself even more evident to me when the dark thunderstorms of trial come into my life.
I do not think twice about the sunshine that warms and sustains me. But during the rough times, when I’m broken, discouraged or confused, I look up and He is always there.
No darkness is stronger than His light. I don’t have to ever be scared of the storm.