It’s dark outside. Night has fallen and the sun is hidden far below the horizon. The darkness seems to seep into our bones. The Advent and Christ candles are precious, in part because they are so fragile, barely able to fend off the night’s darkness.
It’s dark outside. The economy is shaky. Oil, on which so much of our life and livelihood depends in this city, is selling at $35 per barrel. The stock market has become a roller coaster. Racial and ethnic tensions are flaring again in our nation’s cities. Our leaders act like petulant children toward one another, and they extol the dumbing down of our discourse and our culture as though it is a virtue. Mass shooters and terrorists walk brazenly into restaurants and schools and make sport of snuffing out lives like so many candles, taking pleasure and perverse satisfaction at breeding confusion and fear. The sun indeed seems to have slipped inexorably below the horizon. It is dark outside.