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| The Sun Broke Through |
It was Sunday, and we went to church as usual in the morning. After dinner, Daddy went to bed to get some much-needed rest. The day was cold and cloudy, one of those gray winter days that make one believe that spring would never come. It was now late in the afternoon, and mother was down in the kitchen, putting together a little supper for the family. The warmth from the kitchen filtered up through the open register in the floor. I suppose I was feeling sorry for myself as I sat there looking out the bedroom window.
Suddenly, the sun broke through the clouds, and the most beautiful sunset I had ever seen swept across the sky, into my room, and deep into my soul. We would be leaving for Sunday evening services in a few hours, but this was a moment that had to last forever. I picked up a pencil and some paper. My feelings had to be preserved in poetry, but the words never came. The magnificence of the moment would not be translated into human expression. That afternoon I experienced something I had never before known. Perhaps I was growing up. Perhaps God said, "There's a boy who needs me right now." Whatever the reason, the experience was burned indelibly in my mind. No, I never captured the moment in poetry, but it really wasn't necessary. I can still go back to that little room above the kitchen and revel in that first real encounter with God. God's grace is sufficient even for an eleven-year-old boy. My soul experienced a much-needed rebirth. That afternoon, for a brief moment, God reached down and touched me. I never forgot that moment. Copyright © Jay D Weaver - 1971