It’s always a saving grace in my life when I long for light. Light illuminates what I cannot see. What I cannot see, I often misunderstand. And I’m not referring only to visual sight but sight of the heart. I long for the celestial sparkles in the night sky, the rise of brilliant sun every morning, and the deep heart-vision of Advent.
As we inch into the darkening of day toward winter in the Northern Hemisphere, the Southern Hemisphere inches into the brightening of night toward summer. There’s a balance and predictability of seasonal adjustments in both hemispheres depending on the tilt of the earth.
North or South, our planet takes a complete spin each twenty-four hours as it makes its yearly sojourn around the sun.
It’s part of the cycle and rhythm of our lives, the rhythm of the natural world.
But here we are again nearing the close of another calendar year, a year marked by global pandemic, racial injustice, environmental devastation, political pandemonium, poverty, and yes, blessing.
For me, the blessing is the light given be God in the gift of a savior.
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it.
From my heart to yours…light.
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