Second Sunday of Advent

In the Darkness of Suffering, There is the Light of Life

John1: 1-13

December 09, 2007

    

    This past spring Trinity participated in the Cancer Society’s annual Relay for Life. We had an adult team and the CGIT had a young girls team. The goal of the this event is to raise money for cancer research and then have an all night celebration at the Summerside Raceway. I found the most moving part of the event was the hundreds of small paper bags filled with sand and a candle that lined the edge of the track. Each of these luminaries bore the name of someone who had died from cancer. Janet and I took our children to find the candle we had purchased in memory of my aunt who had died of breast cancer some years back. As it got darker and the occasional gusts swirled the luminaries they provided a soft, flickering glow to the ongoing celebrations. They were beautiful, and magical and terribly, terribly poignant.

  I tell you this now because in the days before Christmas these events reminded me of the stark contrasts that frame this season. At the same time that we journey toward beauty and wonder, we carry with us the deaths of loved ones, and deep grief grips our hearts. At the same time that we celebrate this "family" holiday, we are keenly aware of the brokenness of our own families. At the same time that children experience excitement so strong that they are vibrating with anticipation, we carry in our hearts worries about paying the bills and frustration at their less-than-angelic behaviour. At the same time that we annually dust off the word "merry" for repeated use, we are gripped by depressions that cannot be drowned by glass after glass of good cheer. At the same time that we toast each other's good health, we are aware of those whose health is not good, those who carry the burden of debilitating illness. At the same time that we profess to be following the light of a star hovering over Bethlehem, we are moving step by step into the darkest days of the year. As the carol goes, we have entered the bleak mid-winter.

    I have heard it said that the first chapter of John's Gospel has inspired more theological writing than any other chapter of the Bible. It doesn't surprise me. John's Gospel begins with powerful words that make us think about who God is and what God is up to in the person of Jesus Christ. They are majestic words-words that echo the creation story in Genesis, "In the beginning." There are words here that speak about eternity and the life of the world and the light of all people. Good words. Strong words. Poetic words. Words that are beautiful, but also words that are difficult to pin down. These are the kind of words that call people to write books that wrestle with their meaning. These are words that beckon us to theological contemplation.  
    Take, for example, verse five in today's text: "The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it." It is not a simple piece of Scripture. I struggle with these words because they do not say what I want them to say. I want them to declare that when the light comes into the world it obliterates the darkness. It takes the bleak mid-winter with every sadness, every despair, every raw deal, every horrendous tragedy, every evil plan, every god-awful, life-sucking disease, and tosses the whole mess into the cosmic trash bin. I want the light to arrive and to win, and I want it to win big. I mean I want the light to deal with the darkness in a way that is so overwhelming, so completely devastating, that I can switch channels between periods because there is no way, no possible way, that the darkness is even going to come out of the locker room to play the third period. 
    Instead of total victory, we get something much more "modest" in John's Gospel. The light came into the world, and the darkness did not extinguish it. The darkness was not able-at least, not immediately-to reach over and pinch out the flickering wick of the light. Or, if you prefer the King James translation, "the light shineth in the darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not." Great!? The light came. The darkness looked up and saw it and thought, "Hm, I don't get it. I don't understand what this light-this candle for the world, this hope for all people-is all about. Well, I guess I'll just go back to being the darkness, being that which drags humanity down, that which nibbles at the edges of people's fractured souls, that which sneaks up on people to devastate them when they least expect it." "The Word of God came," says John. It came, and when the darkness saw it (the word, life, the light), it shrugged its shoulders and went back to work.  
    Now, while I may not like the perspective on the light given by this text, I do have to admit that it strikes me as being true. In the 2,000 years that have unfolded since that night in Bethlehem, can anyone argue that the darkness has diminished? Is there any less pain, any less meanness in the human spirit, any less heartache? If anything, there is more-more suffering, more nastiness, more agony, because there are more people, lots more vulnerable souls for the darkness to damage. In fact, there is so much suffering that it may seem as if the darkness has already won... that its victory is assured. And isn't that the case? In the end, isn't that the lot for us all? Most of us have, and even though we might desperately want to heed the advice of Dylan Thomas, to “Rage! Rage! Against the dying of the light,” sometimes we don’t have the strength or the certainty left to do that. Darkness presses in. Night is looming.

    A friend of mine from North Carolina once told me a story about a student who was preparing a lesson plan on the ninth chapter of Isaiah. It is a chapter that we often read during Advent, "The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who lived in a land of deep darkness-on them light has shined." As part of her research into this passage, the student decided to try and find the darkest place on campus. After hunting around, she discovered a little-used racket ball court in the basement of the Davidson College classroom building. It was accessed only by going down two flights of steps and through a few heavy doors. A good portion of the court was probably underground. This enterprising student discovered that when you got inside and closed the door and turned out the lights, it was really dark in there. There wasn't a single stray photon bouncing around that could make an impression on a human retina. It was, she said, totally dark. Scary dark.  
    When it came time for this student to lead her class through the lesson, she brought them down the stairs, through the doors, and sat them down around the edges of the court. Then she said, "You are people who live in a land of deep darkness." And she turned out the light. A few students gasped. Then it got pretty quiet. She waited. In the hush and in the dark, they sat. They sat and waited. After five minutes, five surprisingly long, silent, and absolutely dark minutes, she read the words, "Those who lived in a land of deep darkness-on them light has shined." With those words she struck a match and lit a small candle. Now, as I understand it, by no means did that small candle fill the vast room with light, but all the same it changed things. It changed them radically. With the flickering of the light, people saw themselves, and they saw each other. They saw faces-surprised faces, puzzled faces, and even a couple of faces streaked with tears. For those in deep darkness, a little light made all the difference, all the difference in the world.  
 
"The light shines in the darkness," writes John. Maybe that's the thing. Maybe that's the gospel writer's point. It is not that the light obliterates the darkness; it is simply that the light is there. This is the message of the incarnation-the story behind the story that we will tell each other on Christmas day. God enters into the darkness to sit alongside of us. God refuses to dwell in the heavens above and from a safe distance watch the drama of human life play out. Instead, God climbs right into the darkest places to be with us; and in that holy and luminous action, we find reason enough to hope.

    When I started my doctoral work at Columbia I began with an introductory seminar. It was there along with pastors from across the United States I was introduced to the main themes of my area of study. Over two intense weeks this group of strangers gradually became a group of friends. One of those friends was Jeff Peterson. Jeff was one of those people who are immediately likable. He was a tall, athletic man, with a wicked sense of humour and a warm affable personality. In a sea of Republicans he was also one of the few who would admit to being a liberal. No wonder he would take shining to the lone Canadian in the group! He and I became fast friends and as a pastor in the Atlanta region he was only to happy to show me the city.

    When I returned to campus six months later he was conspicuously absent. I immediately asked around and discovered that shortly after the intro seminar he had been struck down with a life threatening case of bacterial meningitis. I made arrangements to see him and when I arrived at his house found that he was too week to even come to the door. His six foot four frame was emaciated and he had only enough energy for a few words. When I asked him how he had coped with the illness he very clearly and with great emphasis said one word, “Company.” With tears in her eyes his wife supplied the details of the many people who brought food, took their children on outings, or simply sat by his bedside. It was the company of others that had seen them through this dark time.

     "The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it." John's Gospel is clear. The darkness is not an illusion. It is there. It is real. We are always and ever in a battle with it. But we are not alone. The blessing of God almighty is solidarity. It is presence. It is the light coming to be with us. It is, as Jeff said to me "company."  
    The Hebrew word for morning literally means “to split or to pierce.” That is exactly what John was talking about. With the coming of Christ darkness is slit open, pieced by the light of morning. Light breaks through the clouds. There is a glimmer of hope. The light shone in the darkness and darkness did not overcome it. Although our world, our lives may be very dark, darkness does not overcome the light.

    It is my heartfelt hope that all of you will experience the deep truth of Christ’s light as you approach Christmas. May you be blessed this day and every day of your lives with the light. May you take comfort in knowing that, whatever dim shadows surround you, God is rushing on angel's wings to be with you, to light a candle that the darkness cannot overcome, or, for that matter, even begin to comprehend.