Last Friday was difficult (to say the least.)

I’m listening to “How He Loves” by John Mark McMillian right now.

He is jealous for me
Loves like a hurricane
I am a tree
Bending beneath
The weight of his wind and mercy

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When it’s dark I forget how He loves

I wish I didn’t. I wish I could carry His love with me always.

I don’t know why I forget it, why I doubt it, why I need to be reminded.

 

and maybe that’s what this Advent journey is about for me.

A reminder that no matter how dark it is, His light not only pierces the darkness, it drowns it out.


But you are not like that, for you are a chosen people. You are royal priests, a holy nation, God’s very own possession. As a result, you can show others the goodness of God, for he called you out of the darkness into his wonderful light.

1 Peter 2:9

Light and Dark

Friday, the second week of Advent

“Now there was a Pharisee named Nicodemus, a leader of the Jews. He came to Jesus by night and said to him, ‘Rabbi, we know that you are a teacher who has come from God; for no one can do these signs that you do apart from the presence of God.” John 3:1-2 NRSV

Why do you think Nicodemus came to Jesus at night? He already believed in him. Maybe the quiet nights, free from unruly crowds were the best time for Nicodemus to ask his most penetrating questions. Or maybe, he didn’t want the spiritual leaders he served with to know of his interest in Jesus. Jesus must have startled Nicodemus when he used the cloak of darkness surrounding them as a metaphor. He said, “For all who love evil hate the light, and do not come to the light, so that their deeds may not be exposed.” Be it fear, depression, ignorance, or the darkness of sin in our lives, many, many people come to Jesus in their night.

Using whatever supplies you are moved to, explore both darkness and light.

Light of the world,

I’m not wise or self-aware enough to truly know my motivations. Your Word says, “the heart is devious above all else; it’s perverse–who can understand it.” I’m asking for you to illuminate me. Nicodemus, in coming to you, came to the light. Help me, beloved Jesus, to come out of any form of darkness that may be surrounding me. You are good to make yourself available to me in the night, but I want to know you in the warmth of your blazing sun.

Come, Lord Jesus

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