16 October 2010
The Sun is just
peeking over the trees and it is 7:23 a.m. Wow. You can really feel the collapse of the light as fall seems to gather speed. And within grows the natural tug toward the celebration of light itself against the weakened sun: fires, candles, and before long Christmas lights. It touches something deep down inside of us, and our faith takes it and reveals through it something deeper by far, as we sing in the Benedictus at Matins: "through the tender mercy of our God the Day shall dawn upon us from on high to give light to those who sit in darkness and the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace." There is a darkness deeper far than the darkest, longest, coldest night. But even in that darkness - in the very shadow of death itself - Light shone that transformed death forever, destroyed it literally from the inside out.
Posted by William Weedon at 7:29 AM