Sunrise

I love sunrises. I never knew that before - I'm not much of a morning person. The night has always been my favorite part of the day, but recently I started a new job where I have to go to work long before daybreak. It is so still and silent before the world wakes. The darkness is like a shroud, covering the sleeping city. Then a distant grayness edges the eastern sky, like a faint premonition of the coming day. Suddenly the sun slips his shining head over the crust of the earth. The birds shout for joy, their voices nature's herald. The city stirs, stretches its arms, and wakes. And thus, in a moment, day has come. It is hard to remember the still slumber and the darkness of the night in the light of the bustling day. It seems as if it had never been, as if it were but a dream. It is hard to remember the darkness in the presence of the light.
I think that often as Christians, we forget the darkness that was ours before the coming of the Light. We forget what we were, who we were, before Him. We look at those still under the shroud of the darkness of this world, and we forget that they cant see as we can see, for they have no Light. We expect them to live by our standards, but why would they?
Often in this we increase the darkness that they are living in, for in our disgust we fail to let His light shine through us. Do we walk in the light as He is in the light? Do I?
My only hope is that I am not what I will be when He is done with me. Then we will not see as through a glass darkly, but face to face.*

*1st Corinthians 13:12