1 January 2019
Dear Elizabeth,
“All this darkness is a small and passing thing”
I pause the track, in the middle of Andrew Peterson’s “Dark before the Dawn”, pick up my pen and start writing. I wasn’t planning on writing a letter today, but this feels important. I’m not sure why.
At the moment, my room is suffused with light, so bright that I’ve had to draw the curtains to stop it hurting my eyes. Yet I am less inclined to think of darkness as a passing thing, even in the brightness of a New Year’s sun. Darkness consists of all those things we’d rather not hear about—the enemies in the Psalms, depression in hearts and minds, a sense of things unjustly wrong.
At the moment, darkness seems to be winning—as the short hours of sun in winter make the light seem “a small and passing thing”. And we are not exempt from darkness ourselves—as I have been reading in Jesus’ words on the Mount, so often our hearts are full of darkness, murder, and adultery. So how can it be small and passing?
One answer that I hear a lot is that when you are experiencing dark times, they will not last. Author John Green says that if there was one phrase he would want tattooed to his eyelids it would be “this too shall pass,” because it is always true, no matter the situation. In his book “Turtles All the Way Down”, a character who struggles with OCD is told “Your now is not your forever.” The pain she was experiencing in the moment will not last; this too shall pass. That phrase allegedly comes from the story of a king, who wished for a ring to make him happy when he was sad. Upon considering this, his sages made him a ring enscribed “This too shall pass”, which did make him happy when he was sad, but also made him sad when happy. After all, saying that the dark will pass also means that the light will too.
The question we ask in the end is: Who wins? The dark or the light? The good guys or the enemies? If there is only darkness, then Ecclesiastes is right, we are no better off than a stillborn child that “comes without meaning, departs in darkness, and in darkness its name is shrouded.” (Ecc. 6:4) Yet, if light wins, then Andrew Peterson is right. All the darkness in this world is “a small and passing thing”, compared to the eternity of light that awaits us.
Is it a coincidence that all our favourite stories end with light winning? I’m remembering the end of Harry Potter with its stand-off of light against dark, where love finally triumphs over death—”the last enemy to be destroyed is death.” (1 Cor. 15:26) Or the recent “Crimes of Grindelwald” which ends with a battle between the dragons of Light and Darkness. Or in the words of another Andrew Peterson song, “After the last tear falls, there is love.”
And it is all bought by sacrifice, on the day when the world went dark, when the sun died, and then “came up on the brightest dawn, after the darkest night of all” (Andrew Peterson, again).
For the light to come,
Miriam
Happy New Year!