“The people walking in darkness have seen a great light. On those walking in the land of the shadow of death, a light has dawned.” Isaiah 9:2
December is a month of startling shadows and brightness.
That I am preparing dinner in the dark always surprises me. We eat in candlelight, or the semi-darkness of a single lamp.
The house, with its new paint, shows off the shadows and slanting beams of sun in a new way.
And yet we are a people walking in the land of the shadow of death. A friend has a new, debilitating illness and wonders if she has days or weeks until the next attack that will cripple her. My dear sister-in-law struggles with new losses from a chronic disease. A friend faces her first Christmas without her husband of forty-six years. Almost 2 years after the earthquake, half a million people in Haiti still live in camps without running water or sanitation. My friend’s four year-old is hospitalized again for more chemo.
The joy offered by specials at the jewelry store and toy store and yes, even the bookstore, is as counterfeit as those twinkling Christmas lights and santas and ho-ho-hos.
Oh, I pray to see the Light. Not just a light, but a Great Light. I catch glimpses, and then the busy-ness of my day pulls my eyes away… but the light of December– of Advent– is so startling I see it again. And I look again.
Come, Lord Jesus.