Driving through downtown Dallas this evening, I’m struck by the imposing skyscrapers around me, jutting up against the black and starless sky. The city is bright with electricity, but darkness is on my mind.
Anywhere there is man, there is evil.
In the newspaper, I read a story about 36 innocent people killed in a terrorist attack because of what they believe. On the Internet, I read a blog post about a boy whose mother died of starvation. This evening, I hear about a war photographer who was ambushed and murdered.
It would be easy to succumb to despair. It would be easy to say, there is no God in this muck. Look, see that, see that, that darkness, that evil? That proves the nonexistence of God. Even if there is a God, He doesn’t love; He doesn’t even show up for dinner.
But I won’t. I won’t because I know there was darkness on the road to Bethlehem too. It was a long and hard journey, and no one would open their doors to let the young couple in.
Darkness doesn’t disprove God; darkness affirms our need for Him.
It’s because there was darkness on the road to Bethlehem that we need a savior. It’s because of the darkness in all the men in all the cities in all the world.