As a child, I was afraid of the dark. Still am. It started when I found myself in a polio ward being two years old. I remember those old-fashioned shades being rolled down at night. Clickety-clack, clickety-clack. My crib's metal side-bars being locked in place. The overhead globe lights being turned off. And that crying of other children melding with mine.
Fast forward from those days. My wife and I stay at a bed-and-breakfast in rural Connecticut. We're enjoying fall foliage, staying in a cottage behind the owner's 19th-century home, set way back from the road.
Before going to bed, we watch some television. Then read from our devotional booklet and turn out the lights. There's no street light outside. Inside nothing but darkness. Can't see my hand in front of my eyes. Panic sets in. I jump out of bed, stub my toe on the bed frame, limp over to the television, turn it on for some light!
Zechariah 14 foretells 'the day of the Lord', when all wrongs are made right. No more terrorists. Or illness. Or phony-baloney anything. Verse 7-- 'it will be a unique day, without daytime or nighttime--a day known to the Lord. When evening comes there will be light'. Really? Yes! A time of perpetual...light! Thank you, Lord!
Whatever darkness you fear, lift the shades of belief in Jesus, as best you can. Even itsy-bitsy faith, the size of a tiny mustard seed, helps. Let down the metal sides of cribs that hold you back. Turn on His overhead light, even if you've stubbed your toe, walking and talking with Jesus in all His brightness...forever! Jesus lights...everything!
Thank you, Lord Jesus, for always being our light in this dark world. Amen.
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