As a small girl, I feared the dark, dreading bedtime when I would have to lay alone in my little bed. My mother understood and provided me with a night light we named "Friend."
It was indeed my friend, illuminating the dark corners where all the frightening, imagined dangers were hiding. It's soft light dispelled the fears and carried with it a quiet peace.
On a cold December night, a gentle, humble light broke through the darkness. He shone into a world filled with pain and suffering and sorrow bringing the promise of life and peace and hope. The darkness would never overcome it. It shines for us still:
"The people walking in darkness
have seen a great light;
on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned." Isaiah 9:2
"Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”