Again it was midnight when I finished for the day. I was tired; the bed looked inviting. I flipped the covers back, and a part of the spread fell over a doll’s face. Feeling a bit foolish, I reached over and lifted the cover from its face. “Why did I do that?” I wondered as I turned off the light and climbed into bed. What about the doll would entice me to uncover its face? It had no light, no life, no love. True, it didn’t; but I did. The motivation was not in the doll; it was in me. I remember a little about how it was to be the doll – in darkness, behind the painted smile that begged for someone to love and for someone to love it. I remember when Christ, tenderly and lovingly, uncovered my face and let light, life, and love come in.
(Luke 1:78, 79: Through the tender mercy of our God;…To give light to them that sit in darkness…)