Are you the kind of morning person who throws open the curtains to let the sun in before you’ve taken five breaths awake?
If you are, I salute you.
I want to be you.
Teach me your ways, I implore.
Maybe some of us are more like my teenage son.
His alarm goes off and he doesn’t budge. Then each extremity moves slowly, like coming out of a thaw.
This takes a half an hour.
Without turning on a light or opening a curtain, he shuffles downstairs, feeling his way along, occasionally sending out a yelp when he trips over the dog.
He could avoid this with a light on, but he insists it stay dark.
He moves around the dark kitchen, still no lights, getting out breakfast things he can’t really see, and feeling around, guessing for things.
Good thing the light in the fridge comes on.
He then takes his breakfast, takes it back upstairs where his warm dark comforter is, curls up in the chair with it, and eats.
In the dark.
It amuses the rest of us. Once he’s eaten and dressed it’s like he comes to life but before any of that…
… he insists on the dark.
We shake our heads collectively. Life would be much easier and brighter and alive if he had some light, for goodness sakes.
Wouldn’t it though.
And this makes me think.
Of all the times I’ve gone through my day, insisting on the dark, when what I needed was light.
The days I avoided my faith because I simply felt weary, the days I chose not to worship Him because I was lazy, the days I wouldn’t pray, couldn’t pray, because of the roaring again of my chronic D and so I gave up. And therefore pushed the Light away completely.
Insisting on the dark. It’s not complicated. That’s all that is.
The days I sat wallowing in self-doubt, self-defeat, self-loathing.
The days I never took my battles to Him, but clung to them.
The days I kept bitterness, envy, and pride so close that I sat in those shadows where no one could see.
But He sees. And darkness does not touch Him.
John 1:5 “And the light shines in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.”
He is all light. And nothing stops Him, darkness cannot win in His presence. And He’s ours if we want Him to be.
We just need to stop favoring the darkness, and start choosing the Light.
His first words to the world He was about to establish for His children were “Let there be light!” Light grows things. Light powers things.
Light allows life.
And His life allows light.
The skies may have darkened over the cross on a hillside, but it could not prevent the light that would have burst forth three days later. Nothing could. That was resurrecting light.
It was the Light of the World emerging victorious, riding in on the same light He spoke into being.
So we have to choose life. It ours if we want it to be. Only in Him.
Powered by His hand, we’ve never been without. Even as we sleep on one side of the world, the other is bathed in His source of life. So we don’t know true darkness. I pray we never do. Even at night there is light to be had.
In fact, isn’t it true that the darker it seems, the more brilliant the remaining light will be?
I stood outside one night a few days ago for a moment to get some air (chilly, wintry air, oh my) and when my eyes adjusted, there were banners of sharp, brilliant stars, and one amazingly bright planet we can only see this time of year, shining in the night sky. And a cheerful blinking satellite beaming past them all.
And I thought, wow, look at all the light. And it settled on my heart for a moment. We’re not forgotten in the darkness. There is provision. There is a guiding Source. There is hope, blinking against the sky.
Our reminder to look to the Light.
We were made for His light. So we could be one. We’re called to be one.
1 Peter 2:9 “But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that you should show forth the praises of Him who has called you out of darkness into his marvelous light.”
My heart realizes the folly of going out into the day being anything less than His light. There are already too many who are still insisting on darkness, for so many reasons. We need to show off His light!
And on the days when my dysthymia won’t budge, when the brain fog tries to hover, when the day seems like a lost cause, all I have to do is keep eyes fixed on the true Light of the World. So that darkness can’t touch me.
We have to let the Light in.
Pull back the curtains of worry. Open the shutters of fear. Scatter the shadows of pain. No more insisting on darkness.
Be bathed in His light.
Lord, we want to shine today. Like You.