Millpond Ink Musing – What Shadow Falls?

 “Blessed are you who sow beside all waters,” Isaiah 32:20

As a newborn infant, hardly a shadow was cast in morning’s light, though there was one brought forward… a baton you might say was passed; a generational baton passed forward to be carried yet again and again until this maddened race on earth is brought to end. As the child grew, his own shadow lengthened… until reaching the end of day, when his age whispered to him to bid this world adieu; all the while his shadow was ever before him now; reminding him how much darker and deeper his sin went before him. With that, he went rushing more violently into the coming night.

O, if only somewhere along the way someone graciously had stopped him and told him to look up towards the Sun of Righteousness! Many I’m sure knew this as their shadows passed, but they didn’t. For whatever reason, they deferred to another… maybe they suggested that he go to church, and there a man who was generously paid for this type of work would do his job. Yet, why not me? Why allow another the joy of being an instrument of God to herald a Lord and Savior? If I had, then maybe I would have known for a fact that the man was offered and received a blood-stained umbrella to cover him. If only I had, I would have shared in the joy that God only saw from His throne His Son’s covering; blotting out the image of this fallen child, turned man; just like me.