The coming season buzzed in the air, humming like a bee making honey. Twinkle lights held hands and danced around the trees. The manger scene graced the podium. Christmas is on it’s way.
Hundreds of women hushed as the speaker walked to the podium. Her message: Jesus, light of the world. I hurried to find a pen so I could keep her words. Her gentle voice was soothing to my soul. “The light overcame the darkness,” she said, as she looked at the audience. Words that calmed the spirit of turbulent times.
There were tea lights for all and she instructed us to light them when something she said resonated with us. Next, the sanctuary lights were turned off. We sat in a sea of silent blackness. Her words pierced the darkness, “Jesus is the light of the world. How have you been a light to the world?”
“You’ve encouraged someone.” Some tea lights went on.
“You’ve sat at a hospital bed with a friend.” More lights on.
“You’e forgave in the face of hurt…”
The room continued to light up, one candle at a time until the room was aglow.
“Indeed, there is light in this world. No matter how dark your circumstances, there is hope.”
And the light overcame the darkness.