What is it about the slanted rays of evening light that can stir up memories, pictures, songs? I know I’m not the only one who has a certain feeling creep in with a certain kind of evening light, catching me by surprise and flooding me with an inspired moment.
‘Back in the day’ the Indian Cove church had Sunday evening services. After we had all enjoyed a day of reprieve from work, maybe enjoyed our afternoon with friends at play, perhaps munched popcorn with the family, then it was time to return to the church house for a sort of vespers.
It is there in that church house where the evening light joined us. It coursed through translucent west-side windows with a warming flow of goodwill. You couldn’t help but notice it, and it blended in with the hymns. “Day is dying in the west; heaven is touching earth with rest.” “Be still my soul…The Lord is on thy side.” It colored the short evening sermon, the scriptures, the prayers.
Such a bath of light and the feeling of peace could have dismissed us to a quiet repose, ready for bedtime; except that we children would have our run-around after church, between the cars, behind the building — a second wind — before settling down for the ride home. We had definitely been light-blessed, and our goodnight prayers were thankful ones.
Let us hear you on this. Use the comments section. When does evening light through other windows in your life bring to you a fresh waft of memories?
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