I’ve been thinking about the idea of being a “light in the darkness,” which is an image for Christians that dates back to… Jesus, I guess. Since he said it.
And it’s conjures some lovely imagery: a lighthouse guiding a ship safely to shore, a lantern illuminating someone’s path, a hopeful candle in the window beckoning a loved one home… It’s really all about bringing someone home.
And somehow rather than being lighthouses, lanterns or candles… I think we have more of a reputation of kicking someone when they’re down. Is there a word for that? How about “mean?”
Lately I’ve been hearing hissed whispers of people’s secret lives and hidden struggles… and it bothers me because I feel like I’m sheltered, disconnected from the reality of… the darkness. Like a lantern in a well-lit room, maybe. So that I’m surprised by how much people are hurting out in the world. Not even out in the world… how much people an arm’s length away are suffering from their poor choices or even what the world has dealt them…
I’m realizing what a terrible and wonderful responsibility it is to be a light. Wonderful because it’s about bringing people back to God. Terrible cause you gotta go out in the dark.