Welcome to The Light, your quiet hour of reflection.
Somewhere beneath the rust-colored silence of Mars, glaciers wait. Scientists are now turning to drones to measure their depth — ice that has endured for millennia, hidden just below the surface. We know they are there. We simply do not yet know how far down they go.
That patient searching feels strangely human. In Uganda, an evangelist was killed on April ninth, shortly after preaching at a Gospel gathering — murdered, it is believed, by extremists posing as moto-taxi drivers. A man who spent his life pointing toward something luminous, taken in an ordinary moment on an ordinary road. The light he carried did not ask permission to matter.
And perhaps that is what G.K. Chesterton understood when he wrote about the dandelion — that wonder is not something we find, it is something we remember. Meaning, unlike the laws of physics, does not predate us. It lives only inside this brief, astonishing interlude of consciousness. To dig for it is not naivety. It is the most serious work there is.
That is this hour's reflection. Carry the light gently.
