“Tell in the daylight
what I say to you in the dark.
Shout from the housetops
what you hear whispered.”
I have never experienced such darkness as in the night hours in the desert. The first time I visited the refugee camps, I arrived by truck in the middle of the night. I could barely distinguish that we had arrived, the darkness so covered the sands and the tents equally. There were no lights in the camp, no electricity available. In the headlights of the truck, I began catching sight of the dark tent shapes. The truck ground to a stop and the driver opened his door…we had arrived.
Exhausted from the long, hard days of travel, I was focused on finding my bag and trying to not step on some strange desert creature that may be lurking in the dark.
Then, I looked up. And gasped. A gazillion stars…whole galaxies…filled that night sky. I had never seen anything like it. The black backdrop that covered the entire sky made the sparkling diamonds shimmer and dance. Shooting stars blazed across the vast sky. It was breathtaking. I could do nothing but keep looking up at that living canopy stretching from horizon to horizon, unbroken by trees or tall buildings or any obstacles of the earth. I couldn’t speak. I could only watch.
Then the Whisper. . . “I Am here.”
And He is.
His Light shows up most spectacularly in the darkness. No matter how dark your world may seem, look up. Watch. Listen. Really listen, for it’s a Whisper. And then share with this dark world what you have heard.