“Darkness is a harsh term, don’t you think? And yet, it dominates the things I see” – Mumford & Sons, “Roll Away Your Stone.”
“For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires.
Let not light see my black and deep desires.” – Macbeth, Act 1, Scene 4
I pad around the house, creeping in the darkness the path from the front door that I just locked, through the gamut of coffee table and giant murphy bed, and across the wood floor until my toes dig into the pile of carpet that signals I’m almost to my bedroom. I don’t need the light, I’ve traveled this trail, in day and dark, thousands of times.
I kid myself, via experience, into thinking I can navigate the gloom and tread comfortably the boards leading the way to my comfortable bed. That is, until I trip on a toy, stumble headlong into the entertainment center, take a corner of the bookshelf into my thigh, feel the beginning of a hunter green bruise appear, and land on my butt.
There are others places, my messy closet, my pantry, the garage, that I keep dark for the specific purpose that no one knows my laissez-faire tendencies with regard to storage areas. Don’t poke into my closets, unless, of course, you have a death wish! Don’t even think about turning on a light in the playroom, you’ll be sorry! I hide the sin of omission under a cloak of black.
For whatever is hidden is meant to be disclosed, and whatever is concealed is meant to be brought out into the open – Mark 4:22
Now is the time for some introspection. Well, it’s never NOT a good time to examine one’s heart, but yesterday, we read 2 Cor. 13:1-9 and heard about rooting around in our lives to investigate our motives.
I’m entering a period of self-examination, determining what I want, and don’t want, what God wants for me and what dark places I’m trying to keep hidden from the light.
Out with it: What places do you want to keep in the dark? What is the most uncommon item in your junk drawer? (you do have a junk drawer, right?)