Yesterday was a bleak day. Overcast rain shadows closed the day early with darkness. Sheets of water poured down the windshield making it blacker than mid-afternoon as I drove to the hospital where my husband was admitted, heart failing.
A hospital journey is always darker around this time of the year.
As in December last when my husband was hospitalized at the same time as my youngest son. One in heart failure, the other receiving yet another kidney transplant. Darkness.
I entered the healing floor with its corridor brightly lighted. I thought, how often I have walked in the brilliance of hospital halls to enter the dark that waits in the room. Jeff is laying in no hope darkness.
Despair ruled, and it grew darker. But, the Light was there . . . covering us.
I traveled the flooded and starless roads to get home. At times I couldn’t see in front of me despite the bright beams of my headlights. An hour trip took almost two.
Stress ruled, and it grew darker. But, the Light was there . . . guiding me.
I pulled up to my darkened house.
Loneliness ruled, and it grew darker. But, the Light was there . . . waiting for me.
Quietly, in solitude I fixed my eyes on the Nativity we faithfully set out each season. Stuffed so safely in its box for eleven months only to have it reappear every December. Each piece takes its place once again in the light of Christmas reenacting the silent night.
What happens when we stay in the darkness? I remember.
Do we stuff God in His box and only bring Him out at certain times?
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth . . . in the dark. Humans from dust. Sin ruled, and it grew darker.
But, the Advent Light came . . . to dispel the darkness.
The radiance of His glory came down in the manger Messiah. There is hope in the dark hour. The light of Jesus.
The Giver of Hope.
You are God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of Him who called you out of the darkness into His marvelous light. 1 Peter 2:9