When we see night coming in our lives, it is natural to become fearful. We can no more overcome death than we can the darkness of the evening. No one is comfortable with the dark. There is too much unknown. And no way of knowing.
I visited a fellow who suddenly found himself facing death. He was surprised, I guess, by my visit and commented that I must be brave to have come. Just doing my job as a pastor was my first reaction. Compassionate maybe, I thought.
But the more I thought on Jesus’ teaching, the more I realized that compassion is bravery. Compassion is love shutting out all fear for oneself and for others, putting fear in the dark where it belongs. And caring for another.
Faithful God, help me see your light through the darkest of times. Open my eyes to hope that never fails, as love never does. Amen. — EB