The above picture shows light shining on the trees by our driveway this afternoon. Merry Christmas from Nature to all of us.
The past three years have been some of the darkest of my life, or at least since I contemplated suicide at age 15.
On this Christmas Eve I am declaring myself as a seeker of the Light. As we just went through the longest night of the year a few days ago, so I rebuke all spiritual darkness in my life. Soon spring will come and the sun will melt this frozen Narnian hell.
Sometime ago I wrote the following word pictures of someone being up all night and longing for day brake. We have those seasons when it feels like the “setting of the sun” in our life. Pursue the Light!
Our hearts are pulled away with the setting of the sun
As the darkness settles in
The light is forced to leave
Heaviness settles on us
As the dew of darkness laden us down
Our tears mingle with the mist
And together only reflect the darkness of the night
The night grows long and our burden continues on …and on
The night becomes tangible
Darkness is our only companion of the night
The darkness, where once we found rest
Now betrays us like a gargoyle’s kiss
We look to the sky,
“Will the night ever end?”
“Can I ever see again?”
And darkness mocks with a laugh
The weight of the night wears us down
“Will darkness prevail?”
Or “Will the light conquer the night?”
We wonder on and feel the oppression strong
At first we resist the thought of light
We think it only yet another mirage
Ah, we wonder, could it be light?
Then we remember the betrayal of the night
It was darkness that ruled our life
The strength of darkness produced our pain
And now we cling to the dark
A victim of the night
“What will the light be like?”
“Will it dry my tears?”
Or, “Will the light hurt my eyes?”
I look to the east
Is that light or just another trick of the night?
The mocking, the kiss, the laugh
With renewed strength we search the eastern sky
We remember another day
When the sun lighted our way
And with a shyness we desire the light
Somehow we know there has to be a better way
We look again
“Will there be another day?”
“Will the SUN shine MY way?”
Could this be the rising of the Sun?
A bird reply’s with a song
Then I sensed another say,
“unto you that fear my name
shall the Sun of righteousness arise” [Malachi 4:2]
He who said, “I AM the Light”
Has shown His light in MY life
I’m no longer a child of the night
But one who walks by His light
No longer held victim of the night
We are freed
Freed to walk in His light