Whatever the depth of our darkness, God navigated it eons before it was dark. And whatever the duration of our nights, God was there long before it ever turned to night. Therefore, despite our frequent feelings to the contrary, there is no place we might be where God was not lovingly waiting for us an eternity before we got there.

The darkness might hide things really well, but it doesn’t have the power to make them disappear. And when it comes to our dreams, we might want to remember that.

It is the fool who thinks that he can live in the darkness and not become dark.

The greatest light is that which shows us how dark our own light really was.

Without the darkness would we truly understand the light as being light?

I have repeatedly found that the darkness is often the thickest at the very moment that it is about to perish at the hands of the light.

It is at the moment that we began to pray that the darkness begins to die.

If we choose to make the darkness our light we must ascribe Christmas to the genre of childish myths of the most mythical sort, for that is the only way to make it dark enough for us to tolerate it.

Darkness is the place where God is not. Therefore, if I’m sitting in a bunch of darkness I’m living without much of God.