Hope

I am melancholy. I don't like the darkness of winter and people I care about are dying. They have run the good race, fought the good fight and heaven awaits, but they will be missed here. The sadness seeps from my soul.


Yet the darkness of the hour makes the Light who came into the world that we celebrate this Christmas season that much brighter:


I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.  John 8:12


 He who is Light came into this dark place and brought hope. And someday -


He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away. Revelation 21:4


The substance of things hoped for. May He come soon. Amen.