This was the hour of darkness, Jesus told his disciples only moments before he was arrested by his enemies, who were aided by one of his closest friends.
During his execution, the sun gave out its light and proved the Lord’s point.
It’s as if the world reverted back to the chaotic state in which the Lord God had found it when He first whispered the words, “Let there be light.” There was no life, no abundance, no joy, no amazement at the rising and setting of the sun. That is, until the universe’s most masterful Artist, from whom our own sense of creativity flows, decided He had had enough of a blank canvas. With nothing more than a word and, as Job tells us, the bare hint of His power, He brought forth light.
And in his death, that light was taken away.
Let there be light.
It had been.
Now there was darkness.
Maybe creation was in agony. The King of the world had handed Himself over to usurpers, and in their rebellion, they sought nothing less than to bring Him to an end. Maybe creation was allowed to go dark to physically manifest the true intentions of our hearts. This is what it looks like when humanity forsakes its true purpose and instead tries to sit on a throne for which it was never suited.
Humanity got its way over God.
And when it did, it chose to kill, not give life.
It chose to take, not to give.
It chose injustice over justice, lies over truth, hatred over love.
In that fateful moment, humanity acted honestly.
The hour of darkness, indeed.
Fortunately, its hour came to an end.