What’s in a name?
That which we call a rose, by any other name,
would smell as sweet.
A Sky Full of Stars. Maybe you thought of the Coldplay song, maybe you thought of Les Mis, maybe you thought of Van Gogh. That’s what came to my mind, anyway, but maybe I’m just a little too artsy-fartsy.
Whichever way, none of these was the real reason.
In Philippians 2:14-16, Paul writes:
Do all things without grumbling or disputing; so that you will prove yourselves to be blameless and pure, children of God, above reproach in the midst of a crooked and depraved generation, among whom you shine like stars in the universe—holding fast to the word of life, so that on the day of Christ I will have reason to rejoice, because I did not run nor toil in vain.
The world that we live in is hard. The world that we live in is dark, cold, confused, lost, fake, empty, temporary, and unfulfilled. The world that we live in is broken. Its people are broken. Including you and me. Our world, our nation, our generation, is twisted, and depraved, and lost. And broken.
Two thousand years ago, in the midst of all this brokenness, there came a Savior. A Healer, a Light, a Leader, a spiritual Revolutionary. A God with skin on. A holy perfect being in a broken, twisted world that is falling apart, no matter what kind of cover we put on it, no matter how many lights and billboards we fill our cities with. He came into that, with a radiant, radical love that knew no boundaries.
And we killed him.
Yet, even that–even sin, even death, even that overwhelming darkness–couldn’t stop this man. He went to hell and back for his broken heart for this broken world and rose again so we could see–darkness isn’t everything. There is a victory, there is a triumph, there is something so much greater. And that is what we live for.
That’s what everyone is looking for, you know. We’re all searching for something. Maybe we’re just looking in all the wrong places.
This man’s name is Jesus, and one day, he’s coming back.
And for now? For now I’m following in his footsteps, covered in the dust from my Rabbi’s sandals.
A star, viewed in our sky, from the ground, is a tiny thing. Some you would hardly notice. But when they’re all out together–they light up the night in a blazing galaxy, a visual symphony, burning with that inner spark we see magnified a hundred times in the light of our sun.
That’s me. And that’s you, too. That’s our generation. I’m done with striving after worthless things. They’re only pacifiers–they may make a baby stop crying for food, but it doesn’t satisfy the hunger. I want to live, to truly live. And there’s only one place I know where I can find truth and life.
Together, we can light up the night.