In the hustle and bustle of this Christmas Eve day, I pause to think about my electric candles set in every window of our home. Within the core of these candles, the builder placed a photo sensor that automatically responds when the light grows dim outside. As soon as it’s dark enough, the candles light up. We never have to turn them on–the darkness does it for us.
The darkness makes the light shine. As I think about this day, I know that many suffer in unimaginable ways. Friends and family members have passed on, and this Christmas, we often think about who is missing from our gathering. Instead of experiencing a joyful holiday, some of us feel the darkness of sorrow.
I love that Psalm 18 says “God turns my darkness to light,” and the promise of Christmas, recorded in Isaiah 9, is that “the people walking in darkness have seen a great light. On those living in the land of deep darkness, a light has dawned.”
The deep darkness (no matter what kind) doesn’t win this Christmas. Sometimes the Builder makes it so that we pass through a bit of darkness in order to discover that light. My strange little candles remind me that living with flair means that when I sense the darkness coming, I know the light will shine. I don’t have to manufacture it or flip some magic switch. God dwells within, and in the core of my being, the light shines even in–and especially because of–darkness. By faith, I embrace the truth of it. I rest here, let the darkness fall, and let God shine.