One Thanksgiving my husband and I went to Alabama to visit family. When the time came for us to drive back home, I said, “It’s pitch-black dark. I wish we were not leaving so late.” When my husband replied, “It’s 5:00 in the afternoon,” I said glumly, “It feels like the middle of the night.”
How odd that the most hopeful season of the Christian calendar begins in the midst of darkness! When we light the first candle on the Advent wreath, it will not be a second too soon. This Advent I feel an urgent need for the light that comes from God, and I do not think I am the only one. I try not to be a crepehanger, but Lord have mercy, the war in Iraq has lasted so long. The voices of division in our land are so loud. The clouds of anxiety about the future are hovering so low and close that you can barely see your hand in front of your face.