I once thought that that the Christian life would be a steady, constant growth in grace and understanding– daily dying to sin and living for righteousness. But in reality it seems much more like seasons of wilderness and oasis. Months of wearisome, joyless labor — even apathy– followed by months of pure delight in God’s law and sincere grief over sin.
But this season has been uniquely special because in many ways it has felt like wandering around in the dead of night– the trials of this life covering us in darkness like a thick blanket. But as we’ve stumbled around yearning for the light, the Lord has kept us. Not knowing what to do except put one foot in front of the other, we continued moving forward by His upholding Spirit, waiting.
It is not the darkness that is remarkable– we’ve seen it before– but the grace of God in giving us an eager expectation of the coming dawn. That hope felt new, fragile, and worth protecting. Instead of becoming frantic and despairing, our hope moved us, with trembling bravery, toward one another and toward Christ. And now, with light glimmering on the horizon and the seeming promise of deliverance building like glowing embers of an earthly dawn, our hearts quicken and rejoice.
C. S Lewis Said, “I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.”
The Gospel is our light in the darkness, our hope in a fallen world. It shapes the shadows and casts them out.
It is the promise, pointing to a new and better world — a world without shadows, without the covering of darkness– the one with no need for a moon or sun, because the “glory of God gives it light and the lamb is its lamp”.