I love Christmas. I love lights. I love Christmas lights.
But lately, with all the terror in the news, I have been overwhelmed by this reality … that we are living in one dark world.
How easy it is for me to string some lights along my fireplace, singing along to my favorite Christmas carol playlist – but how impossibly hard it feels sometimes to be the light that am I called to be in my little corner of the world.
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, the indifference – we just settle to hold little dying embers in our pockets rather than attempt to actually lift up torches.
But this world is so desperate for something more than a seasonal glow.
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 sin.
Peace in our distress.
A savior to the dying.
Love in our hate.
Everlasting light in our darkness.
As the skies grow darker (and they will), I’ll fight to keep this close at heart: to remember that there is 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