This was the ending phrase of Rev. Gisela’s homily last Sunday service. I didn’t quite get this. Within? How could it be? When the stars clearly belong to the night, in the darkest hour?
I only understood its meaning during a conversation with a colleague. She had a class activity where she handed each student a cut-out star and asked everyone to write his/her name on one side and the trait he wants to change in him-/herself on the other. The stars were taped on the wall, name side up, so that they are reminded of this goal everyday.
Feeling like an 11-year old, I gave this activity a shot and made my own star. I taped it in the most strategic place in my apartment: the living room. And the paper star guides me towards this goal without fail—upon waking up, while practicing guitar, watching the local news, surfing the net, drinking a cup of black coffee, writing.
Then it hits me…the star represents the impulse for constant transformation which lies in the deep recesses of our being. It is the unwavering hope that there is still a chance to come out of the dark and change.
The night is given enchantment and meaning because of the fragments of light that illuminate the vast canopy of darkness. And if one star, just one, lends a little more radiance than what it gave the night before, the night sky changes. It becomes brighter even with just a little star transformed.
What more if billions of constellations of tiny specks conspire to give more glow than what is expected of them? How overwhelming would it be to see the breaking of darkness and shining forth of intense light? Perhaps even as bright as day?
The beauty of evenings is the assurance that even in the darkest of nights, the little dots of glow peak out of the dimness....the glow that emanates from within.
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