I was asked to speak at
Broughton High School at the interfaith candlelight service on Sunday night. It was a daunting task, to say the least.
The topic was: "The Decision to Shine."
I got to speak between Rabbi Raachel and Imam Oliver. I hope I held up my place on the program.
Church member and friend and member of Broughton High's class of 2012 Shelby Snedecor read
Isaiah 60 : 1 - 7 for us before I spoke, and that text formed the basis of what I said.
Several friends and church members have asked that I post what I said. Here it is. Forgive the typos and the errors. Any oversights are unintensional.
Broughton Candlelight Service
May 20, 2012
Christopher H. Edmonston
Text Isaiah 60: 1 - 7
Darkness, Light,
and the Decision to Shine
Thank you to Shelby Snedecor (for reading that text with all
those strange names), also to Megg Rader, to Emily McNair, to Rabbi Raachel Jurovics,
to Imam Oliver Muhammed, and to Father Ryan Carnercer, it is an honor to be
part of this service with each of you.
To the Broughton class of 2012 – thank you for extending me
this invitation to speak and share. You
are part of the wonderful and warm welcome that my family and I have received
since we arrived in Raleigh last August, and because of your hospitality we are
feeling more at home with each passing day.
If the members of White Memorial will allow for repetition,
I want to tell a story that I told on Christmas Eve, one that I think
instructive – one that I think will help to ‘shed some light’ (hmmm….) -- on
our theme and to our purpose here tonight.
It is a story that sets a metaphorical framework for speaking about Darkness, Light, and the Decision to Shine
– one that gives us a metaphor for both the challenge and the opportunity of Sharing the Light Within.
That is after all the question: will you, will each of you, as you live
beyond your days at Broughton, will you share your light?
That is the question I suspect that I wish that someone had
asked me when I was 18 –
will you shine?
The story: several summers
ago we took our family caving. We paid for our tour, and hiked up the path to
the top of the hill, where we were met by 21 year old tour guide. “Hi, my name is Jordan,” she said and with
her red plaited hair, horned rimmed glasses, L.L.Bean boots, small black
flashlight, and Steve Irwin-like coveralls, Jordan looked the part of the
would-be geologist. Bear in mind as we
began the tour, it was only me, my wife, and our six, four, and 1.5 year old
children. With the smallest child on my
back in a back-pack like papoose contraption, we opened the door and plunged into
the cave with Jordan a few steps ahead of us.
Imagine if you will a would-be geologist and a little family
of five deep within the earth. Just
imagine the sound of a shouting 1.5 year old, echoing throughout the cave. Imagine what you would do if you were this
young person leading the family of five.
You might make the all but obvious choice to cut certain parts of the
tour; skip a few of the canned jokes; bypass the boring areas of the cave. Not our Jordan. Every joke was told. Every crack was exposed. Every legend conferred. She left nothing out!
Inevitably Jordan lost patience with us – she had to keep
telling our boys not to run ahead, and not to throw rocks, and not to touch the
walls – and the screaming our youngest, a daughter protesting the confining
papoose frayed her nerves to their last desperate limits. When I realized we
were really in trouble was when Jordan declared not allowed to touch anything,
as the entire cave was a trust of the state of Virginia. No
touching of the stones. No touching of
the walls. No touching of the pools of
water. No touching.
Our oldest son’s hand shot up. “We are not allowed to touch anything?” he
asked. “Well my feet are touching the
floor, am I breaking the law?” I
guffawed. My wife giggled. The baby screamed. Jordan looked flummoxed and pressed on the
children mostly ignoring her. My wife
and I began hoping that she wouldn’t press charges because our kids were still
hurling rocks into the edges of the cave.
There was one moment, though, when she held the attention of
the children and managed to produce silence.
When we were near our farthest point from the mouth of the cave she
struck a match and lit a candle, a small candle, and she told us about how
people used to tour the cave by candlelight, then like a magician she threw a
large switch on the wall, killing the lights.
The flame, this tiny little candle flickered in the dark. One light, one small shining ember in the
pitch dark surrounded by six faces and 12 blinking eyes. And then almost with no warning, she blew the
candle out.
Wwww….
Total darkness.
Absolute darkness so dark it hurt – complete absence of hope
darkness. Black hole darkness. 500 feet below the ground darkness.
The children fell silent – the only time all day they
weren’t yelling. The baby squeezed my
hand as though even at 1.5 years she could understand the power of the silent,
still, darkness all around.
Jordan then whispered something that I have never
forgotten. She said scientists have discovered
that after only two days in that darkness our eyes would begin to lose
functionality. After a very short time,
that is, we would begin to go blind.
After only two days our eyes would assume the darkness was normal. So
used to the darkness that the eyes simply stop holding out hope, they simply
stop wasting energy, stop looking and longing for light. Darkness becomes the norm and we stop seeking
anything else.
We just “get used” to it.
Now Isaiah, which was read a few
moments ago was not written to people in a cave. Isaiah was a very real person writing to a
very real people who were in a darkness: the darkness of exile. An exile so dark it hurt: their lives and histories and memories and
language stolen by an empire (Babylon) half a world away. The people to whom Isaiah is speaking were removed
from homeland, family, homestead, and well…everything they knew. They had no hope of returning home, no hope
of proving they had once on the land, no hope of finding their children or
their parents or their sibling who they had been forcibly separated from. No hope of finding them on Facebook or
Twitter or in the register of deeds. In
the 6th century B.C. if you were exiled in an empire far, far away
you might as well have been in a galaxy far, far away. If that is not darkness then I do not know
what it is. The might as well have been
in a cave, deep underground, deep in the earth.
Their situation was hopeless and listless – like a boat on the sea with
no wind in its sails they were not going anywhere.
And here’s the rub the part of
Isaiah’s story I cannot escape. Do you
remember from my story of being in the cave – where it only takes two days
before the darkness starts to affect us?
Well the people of Israel, those to whom Isaiah is writing and speaking,
had been exiled, had been far from home, in the veritable cave of barrenness
and despair for years and years and years.
They had been in the darkness of despair for decades not days. It was a hopeless situation that left them
wondering where is God? Where is hope? Where is light?
And what I love is how the tension
of that very real historical reality shows up in Isaiah’s words – listen for
the tension – words like darkness and light, words like cover and arise, words
like glory. And then listen to how it
ends – it is with light and with dawn itself.
Arise, shine; for your
light has come,
and the glory of the Lord has risen upon you.
2 For darkness shall cover the earth,
and thick darkness the peoples;
but the Lord will arise upon you,
and his glory will appear over you.
3 Nations shall come to your light,
and kings to the brightness of your dawn.
Talk about faith and courage,
class of 2012! Isaiah, in the midst of
intense and unimaginable darkness says that light is on the way. Like a single candle holding back the
darkness in a deep, deep cave, Isaiah tells them that light will shine and it
will shine in such a way that everyone will take notice – it will beat back the
darkness of the exile and the whole world will give witness to it as nations
and kings, peoples and leaders, and you and me see what good things God and God’s
light will do.
The connection between them and
us? Well the question for Isaiah’s
people is this: are they going to
continue to look for the light? Or will
they just “get used” to darkness? Will
they choose, when the opportunity comes, to shine?
Class of 2012 we live right now in
an age and a time and place where darkness, hopelessness, and fear of the dark seem
to reign. But even in the face of uncertainty, when we
choose to walk in the light, when we choose to proclaim the light, when we
choose to stand for the lights of hope, faith, and trust in our fellow woman
and fellow man –
when we stand with the outsiders
and the easily forgotten,
when we work to do what is right
from no profit motive but from moral imperative,
when we live our lives with
integrity,
share our dreams with intention,
and open our tables and homes
through the principles of inclusion then we are making a choice to shine.
We are choosing to live in the
light.
Choosing to shine from
within.
I think this is what Jesus was
trying to teach his followers in Matthew’s gospel (chapter 5: 14-16) – “You are
the light of the world. A city built on a hill cannot be hidden. No
one after lighting a lamp puts it under the bushel basket, but on the
lampstand, and it gives light to all in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before
others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father in
heaven.”
Which is an ancient way of saying (and
remember that Jesus lived in an ancient time) that you can choose to shine and
light the house! Or you can choose to
hide, and shrink into the shadows!
Whether or not people are from a tradition that follows Jesus, I think
that this teaching of his is one that bears a truth we can all adhere to: we are called to let our lights shine. So 2012, I ask again, will you choose to
shine?
Honestly, what do you get as you
become an adult, as you leave high school behind? I mean besides a lot of bills? More than anything else what you get from the
world and as a gift from God is an ever growing power to choose: mature people have the power to make choices
and the successful ones among us are those who have chosen well. What will you choose? Will you choose to shine?
I saw an article recently in the
Wall Street Journal from Dr. Charles
Wheelan, from the Harris School of Public Policy at the University of Chicago. He said to a class of graduates: “You are smart and motivated and creative.
Everyone will tell you that you can change the world. They are right, but
remember that ‘changing the world’ also can include things like skirting
financial regulations and selling unhealthy foods to increasingly obese
children. I am not asking you to cure cancer. I am just asking you not to
spread it.”
So will you choose to shine? Or will
you get lost in the darkness. Will you
spread hope? Or apathetically spread
hopelessness? Will you stand out? Or get lost in the shuffling?
There is no coincidence that we begin to see light
in the womb as infants – we will need light to survive and prosper. We are not creatures who are created
nocturnally. We must have light. In the world in which we live, light has
become a precious commodity. Not because
of its absence but because of the presence of darkness. The darkness of war. The darkness of famine. The darkness of disease. The darkness of terrorism. The darkness of poverty. The darkness of racial struggle.
Don’t give into the temptation to
see adversaries in every corner and obstacles down every hall. Let me warn you of this: as you grow into greater adulthood there will
be those you meet who only see darkness and will try to convince you that there
is no way for the light to achieve, that enemies are everywhere, and that the
world has lost its bearing and is mostly hopeless. The prophets of doom are real and they
specialize in naming those not like them as the cause of their hopelessness. They will tell you that there is no
light. But the light is there and it is
precious – it may be scarce at some times and in some places – but it is always
present. That is what Isaiah is telling
his people – arise and shine and give glory to the God that keeps you safe on
the darkest night and gives you the power to shine!
When we choose to shine it is a
glorious thing – and it is the kind of thing that becomes contagious, the kind
of thing that everyone can note because you will become an inspiration to
others. Not even the animals – the rams,
and camels according to Isaiah – will miss the wonder of radiance that happens
when we choose to shine (that is, why I think the prophet includes all those animals
from all those faraway places in Isaiah 60: 5 – 7). Shouldn’t we want to use our gifts to even “inspire”
the animals? By virtue of the fact that
you have graduated from Broughton, you are among the elite of the world. What you choose to do will go a long way in
determining the course of the world – will you sit on the sidelines, or get
involved? Will you give time to others,
or hoard it for yourselves?
Will you stick to the shadows, or
will you shine?
Back there in that cave in
Virginia, Jordan said it only took two days before we adapted to a different state
of being – before we “got used” to the darkness. It may take even less time for our
souls. And the only defense against the
dark is light. Sweet, treasured, blessed
light.
I asked some members of my church
what to say to y’all tonight: what do
they need to know in order to shine with and through their lives? One who graduated 50 years ago from High
School wrote this: “Remind them that God
has a plan for you but he will not text or tweet it nor will he force you to
follow it. To know it you need to pay attention and listen
carefully.”
Broughton 2012: want to find where God is? Want to know where God might be leading you
as you leave Broughton? Pay attention. Listen. And look for God’s light. That is where inspiration is.
Think about it: if just one candle can hold back the darkness
in a cave, then what can a lot of candles do?
Could it be that one willing light, one candle, can in turn light others
if they are willing to be lit? Can one
life, choosing to shine, heeding the light, can one life make a difference in
the midst of challenged times?
I say yes. I suspect one light can do a lot. One light can do a great deal, even. But to do anything, to become anything, to be
anybody you must make the choice to shine.
Sharing the light within begins
with your decision to shine.
Will you? Will you shine? Amen.
