The darkest day of the year is coming up. The shortest day. The longest night. Whatever you want to call it, December 21st is the winter solstice and in Paoli, Indiana, that means that we will have just nine hours and twenty-eight minutes of day light. This isn't nearly enough and I would petition the state legislature for more, if I thought it would accomplish something. With all of the gray days we've been dealing with it, it seems like a long time since I've seen that ball of fire in the sky we call the sun.
I know that there are many who deal with greater darkness than that which is brought on by the coming of winter. Her, in this dreary time between Thanksgiving and Christmas, they feel loss. A face they will not see again, a voice they long to hear this holiday season and will not.
Reading the news and even just the postings of others on Facebook, I see a darkness in the world around that cannot be penetrated by the brightest of flashlights.
It was into just such a time of darkness that Jesus was born, over two thousand years ago. He came to a people full of want, a country ravaged by war, and oppressed by a harsh Roman government.
"The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness, on them has light shone." (Isaiah 9:2).
There are many types of night within this world, but I have found that into each situation Jesus brings His light. And where He is, darkness cannot remain.
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