The Light

"Light of the world you stepped down into darkness..." ~Here I Am To Worship

There's never a good time to get that phone call. You know, the one that stops you dead in your tracks. The one that knocks the wind out of you. And changes your life. But if there's a time that's worse than others, it's probably Christmas.

That's when we got a call about an ALS diagnosis three years ago. And it felt a little like deja vu this year when we got a call about cancer. These are not the things that this Holy season is made of.

But you know, Christmas happens during the coldest time of the year. When the trees are dead and the sky is dreary. When there is no life, and no hope. And yet it is then--in the darkest time of the year--that we celebrate a light. The Light. We celebrate the gift of a Savior. A Light born into darkness. Hope of everlasting life amongst those who are the least deserving.

And so it is, that when we go through dark seasons in our life--when the phone call comes--that same Light that we celebrate on Christmas appears. And reminds us that there is hope. Even in the darkest night.