I’m sharing some thoughts on one of my favorite Scripture verses, and what it means to me during the Advent season as part of my friend Kirsten Oliphant’s Voices in the Desert series. Different backgrounds, different denominations, different voices sharing Advent together. I hope you enjoy!
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God,
and the Word was God.
He was in the beginning with God.
All things came into being through him and without him not one thing came into being.
What has come into being in Him was life
and the life was the light of men.
The lights shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it.
-John 1: 1-5
The light of men, there from the beginning of all things. The Light of reason, of knowledge, of truth. The Light come to walk among us.
The Word. The Word who was with God, the Word who is God. The Word used by God to create all things.
God said “Let there be light”, and He saw that it w as good. In the beginning, the Word, the Light, made all things. Nothing was made that was not made through Him.
It was the simple words from a simple girl that brought the Light to us in the form of a newborn baby.
Let it be done to me according to your word, she says. And everything changed. Because for whatever reason, He lets us cooperate in His creation. He lets us say “yes” to Him.
This year during Advent, as we prepare our hearts for the coming of the Lord, I yearn for the light. I yearn to cooperate with Him. To say yes.
But holy cow, it’s just so hard.
The light. Reason. Truth. Wisdom.
It eludes me lately.
My words have not been bringing light. My words haven’t been working with His will to build something better, to increase in virtue, to comfort and to heal.
No, they’ve been the words of a Mom who is frustrated beyond belief. The words of someone who just cannot believe that after years and years and years of saying the same things, she still has to repeat herself.
Oh! How I need the Light! How I need to bring Light to my family. That’s the purpose of motherhood, isn’t it? More than laundry and making lunch and changing diapers.
Motherhood means being the light of the world, your own world of the little people around you. It’s being the city on the hill that cannot be hidden, it’s putting your Light on its stand where it will give light to the whole house.
It’s reflecting His light, His glory, His love to your family so that they know it in their bones.
Advent is supposed to be a time for quiet preparation of our Lord, our Light. Contemplating the Word made flesh, who dwelt among us. It’s yearning, waiting, begging Him to come! It’s mourning in lonely exile, here, until the Son of God appears.
I am missing the Light. He’s not on my calendar app. I don’t get a little red notification that He’s ready for me to chat. You can’t text the Light.
I need the light badly especially in the crazy busy times of the year. It’s hard to instruct with rational reason when you just want the kids to pick up so we can hurry and get the tree up because there’s still shopping to do and oh my goodness, haven’t even started on sending out the cards yet. And oh yes, please send 26 items for the Winter Party next Thursday and is there enough butter in the house for Christmas cookies?
It’s hard to remember the truth- the children are childish. It’s awful hard to reply with wisdom when all you want to do is smack your head.
I am not the Light, I am a candle burning at both ends. Reason? Truth? Wisdom? Say what?
It’s hard to be the light when you are flailing around in the messy mud pit of life with littles (and not so littles). There’s just so much living and family and stuff that gets in the way, you know?
Light. Reason. Truth. Wisdom.
The darkness grasped it not, the darkness did not overcome it, the darkness did not master it.
As we prepare our hearts during Advent, prepare for the coming of the infant King, these words fill me with hope.
Because there’s a whole lot of unreasonableness going on up in here. It’s been a difficult season in the reasonable department.
Toddlers growing into kids. Kids who think they are 7 going on 15. 15 year olds who are growing into men.
A mother often lacking in wisdom, in reason, in Light. There’s a lot of darkness that becomes a regular part of our days. So much fussing, and fighting, and quibbling, and squawking. All day.
Babies cry and toddlers take and adults complain and no one listens to reason.
It’s hard. It’s tiring. It seems the attacks come from all sides- bickering at home, rants on the radio news, dollars that don’t buy as much food as they should. Dark looks, cold shoulders, and so much anger in so many places.
The peace of Christmas seems so far away this year. Fighting in the living room, fighting in the stores, fighting by our leaders, fighting in the Middle East. The world seems so cold. So dark.
But the Light shines in the darkness, and the Light is not overcome.
We are not overcome.
So my word for mothers is to be not afraid, be encouraged. Let it be done to us according to His word. Even though it’s hard, even though we can’t see it. Keep striving.
There is light on the other side of darkness.
“You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.”
Shine on, moms.