Last weekend, my dad’s Christmas sermon began not with the familiar passage from Luke, but with John.
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2 He was in the beginning with God. 3 All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made. 4 In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. 5 And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.
We all know those verses–I can even recite part of it in Ancient Greek. 😉 But this year, what struck me wasn’t the Word…but the Light.
The Light has come. Into this dark world. Into the shadows. Into the gloom. Into the evil. The Light has come–a pinprick, at the start. A baby. Small, vulnerable, powerless. But the moment the God of the universe took on flesh, something shifted in the very fabric of the cosmos.
The darkness was pierced. The Light shone. And the darkness did not–could not–shall not–comprehend it.
Sometimes our world seems so very dark today. Sometimes it feels hopeless. But it’s not, my friends. It’s not, because the Light has already come. And more, the Light now resides in us.
When Christ was born, God set a new star in the heavens, to light the way to Him. May we be that star today–shining the way to Him for those who seek Him. May we be mirrors to reflect His light.
Christmas is, ultimately, this. A celebration of the darkness being defeated. The Light has come into the world. Let us praise Him.