How long had she stumbled in darkness she did not know. Had she been born into darkness and not known it until now? Had she unassumingly walked into it? She did not know. But the darkness was now everywhere.
She held her hands out in front of her to feel for something to hold onto, but there was nothing. How was it she felt nothing, but was still assaulted by that which was around her? It tore her clothes and pulled her hair and scratched her face. She could scarcely breathe with the fear that filled her nostrils, rumbled through her lungs, and seemed to pierce her in the depths of her stomach. She tried to scream, but no sound came forth.
She tripped on something that covered the ground. She did not know if they were tree roots or the gnarled fingers of evil spirits that sought for her destruction?
She desperately wanted to run from the Darkness, but how was she to escape from something surrounding, something suffocating, something full of death? It was everywhere!
Her breathing came in short gasps that made her faint. This was it! This was the end!
But somehow… was it true… had she heard something? Those that had clawed at her and tripped her disappeared in a rush of wind that whipped her hair into her face. She looked around her in bewilderment. It was still dark all around, but she was no longer assaulted by the unseen. She did not breathe for fear of missing the voice again, but it came again – the small, soft whisper that breathed warm air into her ear. It whispered and she understood. It mentioned a baby? A child. A Son.
And suddenly she blinked unbelieving that in the darkness there was light. It was a faint light at first, but as she followed it, it grew larger and brighter, until she had to put her hand out to protect her eyes.
As she approached the Light she could see more of what the Darkness had hidden and she found herself walking past great halls and palaces. Ugly and angry faces peered out at her from the darkened windows. Had that Light not shone in the Darkness she would have cowered in fear. But she kept going.
Past the palace gates she went and found herself in front of a narrow wooden door. Light as that from something unearthly poured from behind its shape. Her hand, lightly shaking with the unknown, reached out slowly and the door creaked as she cautiously pushed it open.
For a moment, in the surge of brightness she was blinded. Her nose filled with the smell of hay and manure. Her ears heard the songs of angels singing in celebration and the bleating of sheep.
As her eyes became accustomed to the glowing light she saw in the middle a manger. The small limbs of a baby moved within and the quiet sounds of its cooing could be heard.
She approached timidly. Now she was face to face with the Baby. She couldn’t help herself. She knelt beside it in awe and wonder and she stared into His eyes as she caressed His soft forehead. The Baby looked locked eyes with the one who had been lost and He seemed to smile. Her caressing hand felt the smooth skin of his shoulder and down his arm to His hands where she was horrified to feel a deep wound in the palms of His hands. She cupped them and cried over them and wondered what had happened! Who would do this? She searched the rest of His perfect little body and found the same scars on His small feet. Who had done this? Was it the evil ones she had seen outside?
The voice whispered loud again. She choked. “It was me? I did this?” The Baby continued to look at her, eyes locked in love and acceptance and forgiveness.
“It was You, wasn’t it! You are the One who saved me from the Darkness! I was the cause of these wounds and yet You came to save me? How is that You could love so much!”
She never left His side. She continued on knees in worshiping the Light.
No one could ever answer why. Why He came, so desiring a relationship with her that had been lost. No one could ever fathom why the Baby had submitted Himself to her greatest need. But He had.
And who she that had been lost? Many know her name for many are her. Her name is Us. Her name is We. Her name is You and Me.
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. The true light, which gives light to everyone, was coming into the world. He was in the world, and the world was made through him, yet the world did not know him. He came to his own, and his own people did not receive him. But to all who did receive him, who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God. John 1:5, 9-12