The world seems to glow at Christmas, am I right? At what other time are there so many lights? Lights that frame our homes, storefronts, wrap our trees.
Lately, as terror rises in the news and in our hearts, I am reminded of the true dark state of our world. Happy carols fill our nicely decorated homes, but this stark contrast remains – this is a broken world and some atrocious things are happening.
I wonder if for some of us, we have forgotten how to shine? In the hate, the confusion, the fear, the hopelessness, the maddening busyness- we just settle, maybe unknowingly, maybe with a sense of resignation, to hold little dying embers in our pockets rather than attempt to lift up torches.
But this world is so desperate for a deep, eternal peace.
I think what makes the Christmas story so powerful is in its contrasts. Christ born to die for us. A king yet a servant. A baby yet a messiah. Grace in our brokenness and sin. Peace in our distress. A savior to the dying. Love in our hate. Everlasting light in our darkness.
As the skies grow darker, I’ll fight to keep this close at heart: to remember that there is no brokenness beyond hope and no form of darkness that He has not overcome.
And that Christ has truly come to be the light of the world, the very hope of our hearts, even against the darkest of skies.
Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” ~ John 8:12