Make me a light, but not just any kind of light.
Heaven forbid I confuse Your commandment to Be Light with,
"Be one of those harsh and glaring lightbulbs police shine into the faces of
detainees while interrogating them."
"Be a strobe light that flashes onandoffonandoffonandoff causing a room to seem all disorienting,
Oh please make me a warming light, a steady light, a light not so much "relevant" as refreshingly
ethereal, unearthly - mysteriously immune to changing whims and societal trends.
May this light I long to become burn up my vanity, prejudices, jealousies, assumptions.
They only hinder my neighbor's view of Your generous and unconditional mercy.
Allow Your mercy to override my selfish impulses and pour through me.
Make me a light, but not just any kind of light - a light that exposes not faults but love and hope,
which are still very much alive, and quite capable of moving mountains.
Yes, I still believe in miracles.
With fear and trembling I implore You to set me ablaze.