The days are getting short. The light is coming later and leaving earlier while darkness invades more of our time. Each day we lose a few more minutes to the night. I wake up in the dark, tripping over yesterdays shoes on the way to the light switch. An hour later it is still dark. Two hours later and the sky is finally turning that misty gray before the sun comes up. At last it is high in the sky, and then all too soon we head indoors as dark begins to set in again. The season of darkness is here.
I’m spending my mornings in 1 John these days. Slowly, carefully, I examine each verse. I wonder how many mornings I’ll spend on the same page until the words at last sink in past my analytical brain and into my thirsty soul. John says a lot about light. And I’m so hungry for light at this dark hour.
As we obey this commandment, to love one another, the darkness in our lives disappears and the new light of life in Christ shines in. -I John 2:8 (TLB)
Maybe this is the answer to all the darkness. The physical darkness and the darkness that doesn’t come with the setting of the sun but rather hangs heavy at our hearts as we trod through this hurting world. Maybe we have the strength to push aside the darkness, to pull back the black curtains and dissipate the dense clouds that are hiding the light. Maybe this is how we could bring some light into our short days. Maybe we can do something. Like striking a match, like lighting a candle, like flipping a switch on, like stepping into the rays of sunshine.
Maybe we could just love.