I’d just moved into a new house. It was late, but I wanted to unpack – to make this lonely, strange place feel like home. A pop rattled the house, knocking out the power. The moonless sky wrapped the house in black velvet. I couldn’t find a flashlight or candle. Every creak put me on edge; I was paralyzed.

Finally, my cell phone rang, a blink of light piercing the darkness. Then I was okay. The smidge of light from my old-school flip phone wasn’t enough for me to find my toothbrush, but once I knew where it was, I could periodically open it to ease the ache of the inky gloom.

Light has a way of wiping away our fear. If the twinkle of a phone can bring hope on an anxious night, imagine the comfort and joy that comes with finding and proclaiming Jesus, the Light of Life, in a dark world. “Get ready,” John is saying, “The light’s been there all along, but you’re about to see it again for the first time.”

By Shelli Latham from D365