Father of Lights

"Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of Lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning." -James 1:17


I have a routine to go for a daily run, in the early morning hours of stillness. 


I let my feet pound the pavement, listening to worship music. I make each running session a living prayer. (I.e. My physical exertion become an actual pouring out of intercession. An offering, as it were.) Often times, I choreograph dances in my mind's eye as I run. The other day, I was doing just that.


Suddenly, I had a vision, which marked my heart. I am undone by this.

I had a vision in which I was dancing in front of the Father's Throne. I was unafraid. I had His full attention. I knew I was His beloved child, washed in His own blood. I was dancing, dancing, dancing with joy, joy, joy! One infinitely small being, dwarfed by the enormous glory of the Ancient of Days. Suddenly, I saw myself from very far away, (maybe thousands of miles away.) The vantage point had zoomed outwards so I saw the scene in heaven unfolding as I was dancing. A small speck on the horizon. That was me. I saw what looked like an atomic explosion. I knew this to represent the very power of God! I trembled with holy fear, observing something as a mushroom cloud of light and glory erupt. Yet, there I was; still dancing unafraid! 

The juxtaposition was not lost upon me, as I observed this vision. It was a picture of mercy. The implications continue to linger with me. I am breathless at the power of God! Holy. I am undone with a most holy fear of Him. Yet, from even that small picture in my mind's eye, my love for Him has grown. He continues to win my heart.


After all, the most Powerful Being in all the Universe, is my own Benevolent Daddy, who knows the number of hairs on my head. I approach His throne boldly through the Blood of His Son. Born for this. Made for this. Lavishing my love straight to His heart.

"See how great a love the Father has bestowed on us, that we would be called children of God; & such we are. For this reason the world does not know us, because it did not know Him."- 1 John 3:1-3

He is surely the Father of Lights. And we are His children.

"...children of God, above reproach in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation, among whom you appear as lights in the world." -Philippians 2:16