Thursday of the First Week of Advent
You, O Lord, are my lamp;
my God, you make my darkness bright.
Psalm 18:29
The early darkness still catches me by surprise this time of
year. Last evening, I wound my way home along illuminated streets yearning for
my warm house and thinking that we haven’t even yet arrived at the darkest time
of the year, the longest night.
year. Last evening, I wound my way home along illuminated streets yearning for
my warm house and thinking that we haven’t even yet arrived at the darkest time
of the year, the longest night.
Intentionally, I chose the route that takes me through the historic
downtown, where the windows in the buildings along each side of the street
display a solitary candle. Something about this simplicity brings me joy each
Advent. A reminder that a single flame dispels the darkness.
downtown, where the windows in the buildings along each side of the street
display a solitary candle. Something about this simplicity brings me joy each
Advent. A reminder that a single flame dispels the darkness.
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This morning I enjoy laughter and conversation with
colleagues as we talk about sharing hope. This too dispels the darkness. We are
lamps to one another, companions along the path, each bearing the light of
Christ as we wend our way to the crèche and the salvation of the world.
Anne E. Kitch 
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