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.