The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned.
How often do we walk in total darkness? As little as possible. It is petrifying to try to find one’s way around when the power goes out on a moonless stormy night, trying to find where the candles are stored, or the flashlight that isn’t where it is supposed to be. Toes get stubbed, knees get bruised, heads get bonked. It is a feeling of complete vulnerability to navigate without light.
The darkest place on earth may well be underground in a cavern with no light source. There is no sun, no moon, no stars. You can’t see your hand right in front of your face. It is what the blind experience day and night, but one minute of that blackness can be overwhelming to the sighted who plead for the lights to be turned back on.
And so we long for light to illuminate the dark pathways of our life, to plunge the shadow of death into the dawn.
The light will rise, bringing us with it.