Full moon tonight and a clear sky. It's going to be a bright one, and cold. I was out walking at sunset and glad for the heavy coat and gloves; I would have done better with mittens. I walked back along the west ridge of the Irondequoit Bay valley. There was nothing yet to be seen on the opposite horizon; I guess it was still too early for moonrise.

The moon, or course, has no light of its own. Even on those nights when it is so bright it makes my eyes hurt, it's not the moon's light I see but the sun's. The moon does a remarkably good job of reflecting it back at me as it bathes the earth with its gentle glow.

As I've been thinking about seeing God in Lent, this all fits together. We see God in the sacraments and symbols of Lent. Other folk are supposed to be able to see God reflected in us.

Let you light so shine before people, said Jesus, that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father in heaven.