The first recorded words of God were, "Let there be light.". Jesus said that he, himself, is "the light of the world".
And my brain turns flips and my soul flutters to think that this One who is light would choose darkness.
That He who is light would choose to confine himself to the darkness of a fragile woman's womb. When most babies leave the darkness of the womb and cry into the light of the world, by some miracle that I'll never fully comprehend with my finite mind, this babe left the darkness of the womb and brought light into the world. His first cries resounded in a world that had not heard the voice of God for hundreds of years.
Then, as He grew, He illuminated the darkness with the full spectrum of His being. He brought understanding where there had been confusion. He opened the eyes of the blind. And like the light of an x-ray He revealed the things that were broken within and offered healing.
This light, this amazing, unwavering, life-giving, world-changing, light spread as He said, "you are the light of the world" and "you may become children of light".
I can hardly believe it is true and I marvel at the grace lavished upon me as I know well my own darkness.
And yet, He who is light, chose again darkness
So I remember, as I go through my days, that shadows do no exist where there is no light. When troubles come, when darkness creeps close, I know that there is Light. By some great miracle, I can be in this light, and this light can be in me and the burden of the most difficult day is somehow easier, lighter.