“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” John 1:5
I love the darkness of night just before the dawn. On a recent morning commute I was rattling through that moment of darkness in a self-contained holder of light (ok, it was a metro bus). In this odd bubble of illumination I was surrounded by strangers—each a child of God. They were doing different things: reading, texting, sleeping, applying make-up, doing the crossword puzzle, doing their morning devotion, just sitting and looking at the darkness. Outside this shell of light which surrounded and protected us, I caught glimpses of a city still in darkness but reaching toward the day. There were houses with one or two windows lit to waken a family, businesses visible only because of a single security lamp, cyclists with headlights barely revealing the path before them, each of these captured within their own bubble of light against the darkness.
A bus is not an obvious place to sense the beginning of Advent. But as we rode on together through the last moments of night looking toward the dawn I felt the words from John’s telling of the Christmas story–the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
May we see every day the light that surrounds us and protects us and all our brothers and sisters, a light that awakens our family, provides our security, and reveals the path before us. The light that came into the world at Christmas, the light that the darkness will never overcome.