Just before Halloween this year, we turned on our holiday porch lights. The days were getting shorter. Daylight Saving Time was about to end. The headlines during the week had been discouraging. We hoped that our lights might help to cheer up the neighborhood in a time that seemed very dark.
It was a purely symbolic act. Two strings of white lights could
transform our porch, but they could not transform the world.
We turn the lights on every night now, and our porch looks very
attractive in the dark. The world has not changed, but at least there
is one more string of lights to challenge the darkness—literally,
in a small way, and, in a much larger way, symbolically.
We are a species that creates symbols. We live by them. We die for
them. They point toward realms of the spirit where mere words fail
us. They sustain us through difficult times and enrich our lives when
times are better.
In the darkest time of the year, we celebrate our holidays with
light. This is no accident. Light symbolizes hope. With it, we can
find a way forward.
Happy holidays, and may your light never fail.