|An Advent candle burning on Dec 4th.|
A burning candle is beautiful. Hardly anyone, I think, would say that a lit candle is less beautiful than an unlit one. Even the simplest taper comes to life with a stunning elegance all its own when it is lit. Someone might protest and think that to burn a candle means to 'use it up', feeling that the sacrifice involved in following Christ is too much, that it is a waste of a good life. But perhaps to remain unlit is to miss the beauty that God planned. Perhaps our lack of trust wastes more than we know.
A burning candle symbolizes surrender. The wax which makes up the candle is given up, bit by bit, to feed the flame. This is not just a giving in to the nicks and pressures of time, or a pointless progression of loss in our lives. Surrendering to the life of God in our lives is a but like the candle surrendering to the flame - something so much more beautiful and powerful than ordinary wax. And just as the candle was created to burn, so perhaps are we created to surrender to this life of God, letting it burn brightly in us. If only we could do it as well as the candle!
I think I need to learn from the candle. What things are you learning or growing in this Advent?
I leave you with this excerpt of a poem by John Bunyan:
Meditations upon a Candle
Man's like a candle in a candlestick,
Made up of tallow and a little wick;
And as the candle when it is not lighted,
So is he who is in his sins benighted.
Nor can a man his soul with grace inspire,
More than can candles set themselves on fire.
Candles receive their light from what they are not;
Men grace from Him for whom at first they care not.
We manage candles when they take the fire;
God men, when he with grace doth them inspire.
And biggest candles give the better light,
As grace on biggest sinners shines most bright.
The candle shines to make another see,
A saint unto his neighbour light should be.
The blinking candle we do much despise,
Saints dim of light are high in no man's eyes.
Again, though it may seem to some a riddle,
We use to light our candles at the middle.
True light doth at the candle's end appear,
And grace the heart first reaches by the ear.
But 'tis the wick the fire doth kindle on,
As 'tis the heart that grace first works upon.
Thus both do fasten upon what's the main,
And so their life and vigour do maintain.
But candles in the wind are apt to flare,
And Christians, in a tempest, to despair.
The flame also with smoke attended is,
And in our holy lives there's much amiss.
Sometimes a thief will candle-light annoy,
And lusts do seek our graces to destroy.
What brackish is will make a candle sputter;
'Twixt sin and grace there's oft' a heavy clutter.
Sometimes the light burns dim, 'cause of the snuff,
Sometimes it is blown quite out with a puff;
But watchfulness preventeth both these evils,
Keeps candles light, and grace in spite of devils.
Nor let not snuffs nor puffs make us to doubt,
Our candles may be lighted, though puffed out.
The candle in the night doth all excel,
Nor sun, nor moon, nor stars, then shine so well.