We once believed in the sun, believed it to be devine. A god, if you will. But it was foolish to believe in the sun, to worship the sun.
Though it’s ancient presence brings comfort and peace to those who seek the warmth of its glow.
To our world, it brings life.
Hope seems to live within its light, reminding us that each morning begins a new day.
It’s glorious rise bringing illumination to our path, as evil withdraws to the shadows, hiding until darkness returns.
And those without vision can easily feel it’s presence. Those who believe in nothing, need only step outside.
On cloudy days, we long for it’s return. Our soul withers without it’s fiery glow.
To believe in the sun’s rise, requires very little faith. The sun asks us for nothing, requires nothing and desires nothing. It is beyond mans’ control, influence and will. It does not bargain, forgive and cannot be bought; it simply exists; simply.
But we do not “believe” in the sun. We “believe” in what we cannot see, touch or physically feel. We believe in the words and writings of man. We believe in faith, in God, The Son, and a promise that if we continue to believe and if we obey, we will go the heaven and look down upon the sun.
We once believed in the sun. But that was too simple.