Saturday was the first day of summer — the longest day of the year — and I loved every second of it.
Not because of a beach day or a barbecue or some Norman Rockwell version of Americana (though I wouldn’t turn that down). I loved it because, well… I like the light.
The photo I’m posting with this blog was taken at 9:20 p.m., and it was still fairly light outside. There’s something about that lingering glow that just feels hopeful. Summer may have only just begun, but the days are already getting shorter. That’s how it goes — the light peaks, and then the slow fade begins. But I don’t dread it. I savor it. Because light reminds me of something deeper.
Jesus said, “I am the light of the world.” And I believe that. I also believe we, as Christians, are supposed to carry that light. Not like some flickering flashlight either, but like a city on a hill — something people can’t help but notice.
Here’s the thing: people are drawn to the light. They may not always understand it. They may mock it. But deep down, people are starving for what light offers — clarity, comfort, warmth, truth. And that brings me to something I’ve been chewing on lately: the good, the true, and the beautiful.
What Happened to the Good, the True, and the Beautiful?
You don’t have to be a philosopher or theologian to realize those three things have gone missing in our culture. Like… vanished. Left the group chat. Ghosted society. And we’re all feeling the effects.
But they aren’t just vague ideals we learned about in Philosophy 101 — they’re biblical realities, rooted in the very nature of God.
Let’s break it down. (I promise, this won’t turn into a sermon. I’m no preacher — just a guy with a blog and a tendency to rant when civilization starts slipping off the rails.)
The Good
Remember when “good” actually meant good — not just “tolerated” or “morally flexible depending on the latest poll”?
Scripture is pretty clear on where goodness comes from.
“For the Lord is good; His steadfast love endures forever.” — Psalm 100:5
“No one is good—except God alone.” — Mark 10:18
Goodness isn’t a moving target. It’s not a vibe or a personal preference. It’s not something we vote on every four years. Goodness is God. Period. And any society that loses sight of that foundation will inevitably redefine “good” into whatever makes them feel better about their worst instincts.
The True
Oh boy. This one’s in critical condition.
Truth used to be a rock — something you could build a life, a law, a nation on. Now it’s just one opinion in a sea of hashtags.
“Sanctify them in the truth; your word is truth.” — John 17:17
“I am the way, the truth, and the life.” — John 14:6
Truth is not a trend. It’s not your “lived experience.” It’s not whatever your favorite influencer posted on Instagram between skincare tutorials and virtue signaling. Truth is a person. It’s Jesus. And when we walk away from Him, we’re left wandering in the dark — bumping into nonsense and calling it enlightenment.
The Beautiful
We’ve traded beauty for shock, reverence for rebellion, and awe for algorithmic attention. And then we wonder why everyone’s depressed.
But Scripture says:
“Your eyes will behold the King in His beauty.” — Isaiah 33:17
“He has made everything beautiful in its time.” — Ecclesiastes 3:11
“…to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord.” — Psalm 27:4
Beauty, when rightly understood, is not shallow or sentimental. It’s sacred. It points us to something — Someone — greater. When you see true beauty, your soul remembers Eden, even if your mind can’t put words to it. That’s why the world is drawn to it, and why the Enemy is so eager to distort it.
So What’s the Point?
Here’s the deal: when a culture abandons the good, the true, and the beautiful, it doesn’t drift into neutrality — it slides into decay. Just scroll through social media. Turn on the news. Watch the glorification of everything vulgar, loud, angry, and fake. That’s not progress. That’s rot dressed up in sequins and slogans.
And yet… people are still searching. They crave the light, even if they don’t know what to call it. That’s where we come in.
As Christians, we don’t just talk about the light — we carry it. We bring goodness into dark places. We speak truth when it’s costly. We reflect beauty when the world settles for cheap imitations. Not because we’re better than anyone else — Lord knows I’ve got more flaws than a dollar store mirror — but because we know where the light comes from.
Saturday reminded me that light lingers longer than we think — even as the days start to shorten. It reminded me that there’s still hope, still warmth, still clarity to be found, if we’re willing to turn toward it. And it reminded me that what we carry as believers — the light of Christ — is desperately needed in a world that’s stumbling around in the dark pretending it can see.
So no, I’m not a theologian or a pastor. I’m just a guy who likes the light. I like it when it lasts till nearly 10 p.m. I like it when I see it in my kids’ eyes. I like it when it shows up in unexpected moments. And I want to be the kind of person who brings more of it into the world — not less.
Because the good, the true, and the beautiful aren’t gone. They’re just waiting for someone to remind the world they still matter.
