Isaiah 9.1
O Oriens,
splendor lucis aeternae, et sol justitiae:
veni, et illumina sedentes in tenebris, et umbra mortis.
O Morning Star,
splendour of light eternal and sun of righteousness:
Come and enlighten those who dwell in darkness and the shadow of death.
In that unending night of despair, we imagine the morning will never dawn. In that long, cold, star-less night, when even the moon has fled to some far recess, we can’t even begin to imagine what the sun was like at noon the day before or how joyful the dawn felt.
But Jesus, the Morning Star, appears to us, at first, as a pinprick of Light. There, in the darkest part the night—in that seemingly fathomless void—a spark shines. And when it does not flicker out and die—when, in fact, is grows more bold, more powerful, more brilliant, we find ourselves rising. We are lifted toward it, without thinking. We move instinctively toward that Light that grows in the darkness of a night that we, only a moment before, thought would never end. And as we do, we find joy growing stronger and stronger by each excited heartbeat within us.
splendor lucis aeternae, et sol justitiae:
veni, et illumina sedentes in tenebris, et umbra mortis.
O Morning Star,
splendour of light eternal and sun of righteousness:
Come and enlighten those who dwell in darkness and the shadow of death.
In that unending night of despair, we imagine the morning will never dawn. In that long, cold, star-less night, when even the moon has fled to some far recess, we can’t even begin to imagine what the sun was like at noon the day before or how joyful the dawn felt.
But Jesus, the Morning Star, appears to us, at first, as a pinprick of Light. There, in the darkest part the night—in that seemingly fathomless void—a spark shines. And when it does not flicker out and die—when, in fact, is grows more bold, more powerful, more brilliant, we find ourselves rising. We are lifted toward it, without thinking. We move instinctively toward that Light that grows in the darkness of a night that we, only a moment before, thought would never end. And as we do, we find joy growing stronger and stronger by each excited heartbeat within us.
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