City on the Hill

by Firn Hyde

You are the light of the world.

Yes, you. And you. And you. And you.

Yes, you are.

Yes, you still are, despite it all. Sure, I know you have your fair share of scars and secrets. I know you have bad habits and worse memories, know that a day seldom goes past without you sinning, know that you’re a collection of old wounds and imperfections.

You are the light of the world.

I know you’ve made choices you regret, made stupid mistakes, done bad things by accident and not so by accident. I know people have hurt you and the world has trodden you down more than it should be able to. I know you’ve lost faith and hope and your temper on many different occasions. I know you’re human. I know it’s war.

You are the light of the world.

I know that you are the salt of the earth. I know that you are called to marvellous light. I know that you are just a little lower than the angels. I know that you are a child of God. I know that you are going to live forever. I know that you are a city on a hill that cannot be hid.

You are the light of the world.

I know because Jesus says so, and He doesn’t just speak truth, He is the truth. He gives you amazing power, the power of Christ in you, the awe-inspiring, all-consuming power of His incredible love. He has made you, has made all of us who trust in Him, to mount up with wings like eagles, to be more than conquerors, to be the light.

Nobody puts their candle underneath a bushel. They hold it up so that everyone can see by its warm light. They build cities on hills where they can’t be hidden. And as the light of the world, you have – we all have – a wonderful duty.

Light of the world…

… SHINE.

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