Soarele

It was crazy. There I was, sitting at church next to the window, and all of a sudden, this yellow stuff started to get all over my arm, and my arm started getting warm. What the heck is going on? What is this stuff? I wondered. I looked out the window, and the entire street was super bright. Oh my goodness. It's sunlight. 

Two months in Iasi, Romania, and I had forgotten what the sun was like. It was so bright. I even thought to myself, God- the street doesn't even need to be that bright. We can see everything just fine under layers of clouds- you could save some energy and tone down the sun a little. It was crazy.

The palace we were used to seeing:

In the sunlight:

But man, it was nice. My forearm felt so warm, and the street was like- wow- so bright.

Sitting in church, I suddenly realized- No wonder they compare Christ to the sun. He is the light of the world. The sun is so bright- it's overwhelming. It illuminates everything. It gives everything warmth. It is the source of energy for all phtosynthesizing life, and thus, every single food chain, and all life on earth. And Christ is the source of all the light, warmth, and life in my life, just like the sun. Even when sometimes I don't think Christ is there- He is. Just because there's layers of clouds doesn't mean it's not the light of Christ by which I am learning and growing. Without the sun- there is nothing. Just darkness, and coldness, and death. 

Îmi place soarele. I like the sun.