Darkness.
As a child, I was afraid of the dark.
Truth be told, it wasn’t the dark that frightened me.
It was the things that went bump in the dark.
The monster under the bed. The scratching on the window.
Darkness can be frightening.
I’m certain that on a hillside called Calvary, there was much fear. Shaking. Uncertainty.
Around 3:00 PM, the sky went dark. The earth shook. Jesus died.
That was Friday!
Three days later, a borrowed grave was empty again!
The angel would say it best, “He’s not here!”
What do I have to fear?
Not the dark!
Fear itself?
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