“We can’t see light itself. We can see only what light lights up, like the little circle of night where the candle flickers – a sheen of mahogany, a wineglass, a face leaning toward us out of the shadows.
When Jesus says that he is the Light of the World (John 8:12), maybe something like that is part of what he is saying. He himself is beyond our seeing, but in the darkness where we stand, we see, thanks to him, something of the path that stretches out from the door, something of whatever it is that keeps us trying more or less to follow the path even when we can hardly believe that it goes anywhere worth going or that we have what it takes to go there, something of whoever it is that every once in a while seems to lean toward us out of the shadows.” Frederick Buechner
It is light that gives just enough indication in our darkness that someone, or something, is making a way for us, preparing a path and offering a hand.
“I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” Jesus