Pushing Back the Darkness
I’m usually turning on a light of some sort as soon as I get up on a dark morning. It’s not that I don’t know the layout of my house and I can’t get around without seeing where everything is. But I do have a cat that is not always where you expect him to be, and that was a lesson learned with a few stumbles and unappreciative yowls from the fur ball. (So technically that does mean I can’t see where everything is. Well there you go, then.)
But yesterday morning I felt the need to turn on a few more lights than usual. I turned on all the lights in our kitchen/dining room. The main living room lights were soon clicked on after fish tank lights were deemed not enough to push back the darkness. The lights in my home office and our bedroom were left on even though no one was in them who really needed them. I don’t know … I just needed it to be bright.
That is one of the things I love about the Christmas season: All the light. Lights on houses, in windows, on fireplace mantles and on Christmas trees. There is something implicitly hope-filled about the glow of even the smallest cluster of lights on a long, dark night. And yesterday, being reminded of all the hurt and unrest and brokenness in the world – near and far – I needed hope.
So I clicked on light. Pushed back darkness. And was thankful once more for a God who came (and is here) in the midst of the world’s despair and offered (and still offers) hope.