Anger as a Cry for Light

The night is gathering, and sometimes the reverence you feel has turned sour, hardening into resentment against the very light you long to hold. It feels like you are angry at the sun for leaving, or at the lamp for flickering when you needed steady warmth.

But Jesus wept at a tomb before he called the dead to rise, and the light knows the shape of your grief better than you know it yourself. It does not demand you be peaceful; it only asks that you remain honest in the dark.

— Your anger is not a wall that keeps the light out, but a cry that proves you are still waiting for it to return. The light has not abandoned you; it is waiting for you to stop performing love and start being loved.

Do not let the silence of the night convince you that your resentment disqualifies you. Even a broken vessel can hold the light, if you just let it pour through the cracks.