Dim Lamp blog 10th anniversary today

Ten years ago today, I entered the world of blogging with my first post ever on my WordPress Dim Lamp blog. Needless to say, much has happened in the world at large and in my personal world since then.  One of the constants in life is change, and this blog has gone through a few. If anyone actually reads this post/blog anymore, I’d appreciate hearing from you in the comments below about the content of Dim Lamp.

Here, once again, is the first blog post from April 5, 2006:

My weblog name, Dim Lamp, is a variation from verse three, chapter forty-two of Isaiah, or referred to by scholars as Second Isaiah. This is the first of four Servant Songs in Second Isaiah (see Isa 42:1-4; 49:1-6; 50:4-11; and 52:13-53:12). Scholars hold a wide range of views about the identity of the Servant–everything from a contemporary prophet (perhaps Second Isaiah him/herself, or a child of the prophet’s), to collective Israel, to one of Judah’s kings or future kings, to the Messiah. Many (perhaps most) Christian scholars have viewed the Servant as Jesus, hence interpreting the Servant Songs as references to the future rather than the historical circumstances out of which they were written.

I love the picture of the Servant’s tenderness and compassion towards those who are suffering or in exile. The Servant shall not break a bruised reed, he will not quench a dimly burning wick. This is a classic example of God’s “preferential option for the poor,” as the liberation theologians speak of it. It is a reminder to all that God loves and has a special place in his heart for the underdog, the outcast, the forgotten, those who suffer, those who feel life is waning, the weak and the dying. I like this Servant Song because I think it speaks to my existential state of being. I am a sinner-saint, who stumbles and falls, my light is not very bright most of the time. Sometimes I wonder if it’s even a dim light. Yet, I’m encouraged by the Gospel parables of Jesus concerning salt, yeast and light. Too much salt and yeast ruins things. Too much light can be blinding, and death-dealing, life-threatening hot. Yet no light or hidden light is not an option either. So, here I am, a dim lamp, living with life’s greys, complexities and ambiguities, and realising that God works in rather unorthodox, mysterious ways in, through, with and often in spite of me/us.