Light Bringers

A small child stands on a mountaintop. She clings to her Papa’s legs while the wind whips at her hair and the howl of it stings her face.

Off in the distance, smoke ascends into an ashen sky. As bombs are dropped, distant voices rise above the roar of rubble and death. Some voices plead for attention, for drama, for fear and for failure. Other voices purposely provoke, tear down and cuss out, to incite more war; and still others beg for peace and for an end to unrest.

Papa wipes at water falling from His eyes. The small child understands why her Papa’s sad: she feels it too.

A groaning and shaking moves about the small child’s feet as the earth voices its pain. What did it ever do to be forced to swallow the blood of innocent lives—those caught up in the crossfire of corporate and political greed, wicked motives and manufactured hatred? The small child and Papa can hear the blood of every one of those bodies crying out from the earth.

“Papa!” she closes her eyes, turning away from the horror, finding it difficult to slow her breathing. Innocence like hers is rare. She walks in it, but is also quickly learning that the world can be harsh.

Her Papa picks her up, shields her eyes, and covers her ears. “Shhhh,” He says gently. “Just breathe. I’m here. I’m right here with you. Focus on Me.”

“Mr Yanne said the world’s gonna end,” she whimpered. “Are we gonna die?”

“Little one, never you mind what Mr Yanne says: I say there will be a new Heaven and a new earth, and i mean what I say.”

“Really?” She cups her Papa’s face in her hands. “Reeeeaaaallllyyyy?”

“Yes, really,” He says, smiling.

“I feel safe with You, but I don’t feel safe out there,” she says, pointing back at the chaos without looking.

A light brighter and far more radiant than anything found on earth grows in intensity around her and she shields her eyes. “What ‘is’ that?!”

“The light of my life,” Papa winks at her. “Look! This light is in you too! It’s all around you! When you feel alone, remember that you are completely surrounded by Me and that this powerful light is pouring out of you!”

“It’s shining from me too?”

“Yes, sweetheart! Look… come and stand beside me.” Papa walks her over to a rock and lifts her up onto it. It’s like He’s shining like the light of a thousand suns and her little eyes can barely make out the shape of His face.

“Let your heart open up to release the light of my life over the earth…” Papa starts singing and the small child begins to sing with Him. As she sings, a light rises from somewhere very deep within her. Fear leaves as she starts to dance. The ground beneath her settles and the sky above recognises the authority of who Her Papa is.

Some time passes and then she hears her Papa say, “Look, little one! Look over there!”

She looks to where Papa is pointing and over on a nearby mountaintop, another bright light is forming. That person too, has become a beacon set on high.

“And there! Look over there!” Papa says excitedly.

She looks to where Papa is pointing and sees another person dancing in bright, bright light off in the distance. Her eyes keep scanning the horizon as one person after another lights up like a succession of beacons being lit on mountaintops; like cities set on hills that cannot help but be seen; like pure golden lights dancing in time with Papa’s heart.

“Shine bright, Little One,” says Papa. “Shine bright so hope is revealed. Shine bright; my glory can be seen on you. Things will change as light bringers illuminate the earth, covering it with My love. Watch and see what I will do.”