Night must Fall

Night must fall. The darkness is beginning to close in earlier as we near the end of August. We lit a fire this week, and the next day sat outside in the sun. Scotland.

Night must fall. Echoes from my childhood and the family story that my dad had acted in a play of that name. I can remember seeing the program, and being very proud. He was almost famous. 

Night must fall, but morning will come for sure. Winter must come, but spring follows hard on its heels. There is a rhythm to our lives which is comforting, consoling. 

The rhythm counts a cadence towards a new dawn. A day when Jesus will reign and there will be no more sorrow, no more tears, no more wars. We’re his advance troops, preparing the way for his arrival by living the light, letting it shine out into all the dark spots. 

We don’t lose heart. We don’t lose hope. Night must fall, but the morning is coming.