I work nightshift at a hospital, and the hardest time is always 4 or 5 a.m. - that black space right before dawn when you're exhausted and the darkness feels permanent. Nothing seems possible at 4 a.m.
Peter talks about Scripture as a light shining in a dark place until the day breaks and the morning star rises. That image of waiting for dawn while holding to the light - that's become my metaphor for faith in suffering.
When I'm in the dark place - personal crisis, spiritual doubt, just tired exhaustion - I do two things: I hold onto Scripture like a lamp in darkness, and I remember that dawn is coming. Not because I can see it, but because the earth rotates and that's what happens.
Some seasons genuinely are dark. Some mornings don't come. But most of them do. And in the darkness, the light of Scripture isn't meant to illuminate everything - just the next step. That's enough.
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