(Our house lit by a bit of slave ‘flash painting’ work on a long exposure.)
Last week we had a lovely couple staying as guests in our annex from London. This was their first time in Scotland, and they were blown away by the beauty, and even more so by the peace and quiet.
One of the things they mentioned too was darkness. The kind of darkness that you only get at some distance from light pollution that bounces off clouds and leaches into every corner. Their reaction to a walk up our drive at night was a combination of fear and wonder.
All of which led me to think about the juxtaposition of light against dark, goodness against badness, truth against falsehood, etc. All those old polarities; one of which we ascribe to God, the other we blame on the flesh or the devil.
One of which can not exist without the other.
So, light can only be understood in the knowledge of darkness. As Jesus put it;
…the people living in darkness
have seen a great light;
on those living in the land of the shadow of death
a light has dawned.
I started to think about how all of these things might exist in the mind of God.
And the Darkness became purple again.