There is a war raging, the darkest war of all ages. A war where money, promiscuity, drugs, alcohol, eating disorders, depression are fighting to draw us into the darkness, the darkness of solitude where there is nothing we know, no where safe, where we fear every moment and live in masks, yet the light fights back the darkness, sweet truth that declares God's love like a rushing wind. Declaring that we are free from the chains that bind us down. We need not the material world, Faustus searched for something, a completion to life, and found only death and hell, he forsook the light to embrace the darkness, yet what did the darkness hold? Momentary gain, the face that brought Troy to it's knees, knowledge that broke a man like a dried twig. Yes within the light is the greatest mystery, but that is a mystery that draws us to love, to fellowship, to embrace those around us, to show love how we are shown love, yet here.
Here we sit and do nothing, we fight those we love, we forsake what we need and pretend the world needs us. The world needs us, yes, but the world needs us to shine like the moon, reflecting the glory of the Son. We remember how the light came into the darkness at Christmas, the date doesn't matter, but in the darkest months we remember the coming of the light, it brightens our souls, it takes us and brings us into the indwelling of God. The day becomes a season, and suddenly the dark nights and short days are a little brighter, full or shining lights and good food. We keep the Christmas feast like we used to and yet how luck we are? Those wandering the streets don't have this, we dream back to Christmas long ago, yet a time when the majority lived in poverty, and we forsake those who still do.
