Why would we choose darkness? Because we have something to hide? We all have something to hide. Light exposes every wrinkle, every blemish, every imperfection, our flawed, secret self.
Ask yourself, could I stand naked in front of a room full of people, not strangers, people I interact with? The answer for most of us is no. Then think, could I be entirely naked before someone I love and who I know loves me, just as I am warts and all?
This is the secret of embracing the light. Knowing God loves us with such perfect love He sees past our imperfections, we can yield ourselves in total, naked, honesty. Not because we feel we are perfect or beautiful, but because we trust totally in His limitless love for us. This is true humility and only in this way can we embrace the light.
Spiders . They have to top the list. I am a true arachnophobic (from birth). I’ve had to conquer my fears somewhat (especially living in the tropics for a long time) and can now shakily trap a small one between cup and paper and place it outside if no one’s nearby to rescue me, but in the case of the larger species my humanity goes out the window, emotion overcomes reason and they get totally pulverised with the nearest suitable object (usually till long after death has been achieved!)
I’ll happily play distressed maiden (not my usual role) to any guy who will rescue me from having to deal with these creatures (I even have an arrangement with my kind-hearted neighbour). Guys are great for that stuff, but they are not always around.
Spooky stuff. No horror movies for me!
Pitch black darkness especially together with confined spaces. Probably due to frequent nightmares as a kid when, being a very restless sleeper, I’d get trapped with my head at the foot of my bed under a bunch of tightly tucked blankets (no duvets back then) and panic.
Being embarrassed. Really should have gotten over this by now! I think the reason it’s persisted is because I still manage to blush beacon red in such circumstances (at least it feels that way to me probably no one else even notices).
The darkness was soft around her like a comforting blanket, warm and snug, endued with a faint glow. Embedded in the walls, if such they could be called since they had no substance, glimmered pinpoints of light, momentarily flickering. She reached out her hand, as in slow motion, clasping substance in the mist. A jewel glistened within her hand, glowing in the darkness. She reached out eagerly to get more wondering at the rainbow forms glistening on her palm.
She was aware of a being beside her his face picked out in silver light. The dream master was here.
“I’m sorry you had to come alone,” he whispered, his voice an echo of the stillness. “This lesson cannot be taught another way. I wanted you to overcome your fear of the darkness, those black times when clouds of doom and destruction overcome your life.”
Reaching up he plucked a delicate jewel from the dusky clouds. Spinning silver with his fingers he wove a chain upon it placing it about her neck. The cool blue sapphire shone in the darkness.
“Remember,” he said jewels are found in the darkness, look for them!”
Her mind awoke with a feeling of peace, her body weak and trembling, remained in its hospital bed. Visions of the accident dashed through her brain, attacking the peace, with their glaring blacks and oranges. Her battered body ached with pain. Then her eyes rested on a small package on the bedside table. The nurse caught her glance.
“Your husband brought it in,” she said. “It was to be your birthday gift. You were sleeping, he didn’t want to wake you. I can open it for you if you want?” She nodded. Carefully tearing off the wrappings the nurse revealed a small jewelry box. Her heart pounded. It couldn’t be!
The box opened and there inside was a sapphire pendant.
Contrary to what is often accepted darkness is not the opposite of light but the absence of it. A subtle distinction but it’s where this thinking leads that makes it important.
The opposites label tends to invoke the idea that light and darkness are two forces of equal power. If you want to disprove this just turn on a light, it’s clear darkness has no power of its self as light has, there is no battle of opposing forces. When the light is turned on the darkness disappears because it has no true substance.
This is important is because light and darkness are so often used as symbols of good and evil, God and the Devil, but in the same way, as anyone who has truly tapped into the power of prayer knows, just like light and darkness, there’s really no contest, when God comes evil is powerless.
It’s good to remember this when seeing so much evil portrayed – the “light switch” is always there waiting for us to turn it on.