There’s nothing like a clear cold winter night out in the country. My hand stretched out one step in front of me is blanketed by velvety darkness. The dark is so dark that it is like a separate present companion, not just a state of the atmosphere. I blink my eyes to see better to no avail. Then I look up and am awestruck by the myriads of stars, each one punctuating its own brilliant space in the black night. There is no doubt about the source of light piercing through the ebony canvas!
I’ve been overwhelmed recently by petty life circumstances that can drag me down into discombobulated discontent. Yet, each iota on its own is minuscule. Nevertheless, if I obey Jesus’ commandments in the apparently random, small individual circumstances of life, these experiences become pinholes in a dark disorienting season through which I can recognize the illuminating face of God.
Maybe my winter sky above my uplifted face with its pinholes of light can also be the same sky above another’s searching gaze.
What is your source of light in your dark night?
But the wise will shine like the brightness of the heavenly expanse. And those bringing many to righteousness will be like the stars forever and ever.