Camping in the wilderness can be a fun time. Over an hour from where I lived, on the Michigan and Ohio line is a campground on a lake that was in a “dark area”. A dark area is where no lights are allowed for several miles in any direction. My children and I went there several times. At night around a small fire, we would gaze up at the Milkyway and follow the occasional meteor.
When we wandered too far from the campfire the darkness would wrap around us as we stumbled around hoping not to hit a low tree branch or stumble on a small bush. We hoped it was a bush and not a skunk or a cub bear. We could never tell because it was so dark. The darkness would enhance our imaginations and fears. Quickly we would get lost in the deepest dark nights.
So are the ways of the wicked. “The way of the wicked is like deep darkness; they do not know what makes them stumble.” Terror, trouble, and hard times come to all. For the wicked life can be a scary and intimidating stroll in dark areas. Fears and haunted imaginations cause them to go nowhere.
Life for the righteous is like the first gleam of dawn, shining ever brighter till the full light of day. One very early new winter morning on the rim of The Grand Canyon I watch the sun slowly light up the western wall. The display of new colors captured my being in a unique way. Every second the panoramic view changed and danced as the stars winked out. There is seldom a dull moment in life walking with Christ.
