refiner's fire

There's been a lot of talk about the heat and stuff lately. I personally, am not a huge sun fan; I much prefer the shade of my very cosy, very pretty, very all woman gym compared to running about in the sun which I used to love a long time ago. My averseness to the sun has recently been reinforced when a close friend shared that her sister might have early stage skin cancer- and this is a girl who's fresh in her thrities and does minimal sun-exposure given she works way-too-long-hours in the bank. (I pray all goes well with her, really, she has plans to get married and all that stuff in the near future.)

But it really got me thinking. That sometimes when the light gets too bright, all becomes revealed, all that we attempt to run away from catches up with us, all our skeletons in the closets are flung open and that the ego-centric space we are so eager to fill becomes Nietzsche's abyss. That in the Sunlight, in the Sonlight, our inadequacies, our flaws, our blind spots, our human-ness is bared. So stark, so real, so honest, we cannot- dare not-deny it. That when we are refined in the fire, when we cross the Job chapter of our lives, when we are faced with Daniel's Lions; what will be revealed about us? That sometimes we need to stand in front of the bright light, before the unfliching glare of honesty, under the vehement scrutiny of the refiner's fire to truly be counted.

And when the spotlight's on- it begs us choose- what is revealed?