Let Your Light Shine

There are those things in our life

 that make us sparkle aren't there?

Things that light us up.

That brighten the world around us.

I have friends that bake during stress. 

This is their sparkle. 

They Shine in a flurry of whisking, 

and beating and blending.

They make pies and cookies and cakes. 

For Fun.

They decompress by flinging flour,

relax in a frenzy of sugar and baking powder.

A cupcake frosted is their glory.

A perfected red velvet cake

 and they are lit up like Clark Griswald.

Cookies whipped up for a potluck... 

they're as bright as a hundred foot 

twinkling string of lights!

This is uncomprehensible for those 

that do not operate in this Zone.

Those of us with a three year old can of  

blueberry pie filling  in the pantry

and a rotting refrigerated pie crust in the fridge.

Other than the ooohs and aaaws of our consumption 

that shine onto our taste buds 

and into our growling bellies,

we wonder at their Mojo.

Other people can push themselves physically.

They run races.

Lift weights.

Plank for more than 30 seconds.

These people set goals and knock them out of the park

and when they cross that finish line 

their lights radiate 

and we bask from our couches

in the glimmer of their victories.

Mmmm and the musicians...

The way their souls are on display.

The shining is through their songs.

We are moved.

That is the Mojo. That is the Zone. 

That is the northern light, iridescent, 

fiber optic version of lighting up the world around us.

These gifts seem innate.

Whether a drum beating strong,

or an orchestra exploding into the grand finale...

time and setting aside,

our hair stands on end as the music moves us.

If those with baking skills were surrounded 

by mere rice and beans

their dishes would still be delicacies.

If the athletic were building mud huts,

we would wonder at their strength.

I think God created us this way,

to shine His light in a darkening world.

The Creator.  The original. 

And to think that maybe each of us
 is a product of His Mojo. 

We are the beats to his song...

The fondant creations on His triple layer cake...

The Fakie-Beta-Flip 

with a Chinese-Ollie 

and a Ghetto-Bird 

on a skateboard.

My hope for you this Christmas 
is that you would shine your light.
That you would seek to find 
The Light Of The World.
And that you might never walk in darkness...