You’ve probably heard: I’m from the city, and right now I live in the deep suburbs. (Four more weeks and counting down, not like I’m counting down.)
So one thing I’ve realized about the suburbs: it’s dark out here.
We don’t have that problem in the city. In the urban center, if we’re talking about light, we’re probably talking about light pollution or switching our lamps to more energy-efficient bulbs.
But out here, I sometimes have to walk home after sundown, and then I notice the lack of light. There are like six street lamps on my whole route, and mostly I try to cross the dark space between one and the next as quickly as I can. The dark is unnerving. I’m used to seeing, and it’s uncomfortable when I can’t.
And I’ve been thinking about darkness. On one level, sure: I don’t want to get mugged. But on another level, maybe our concepts of darkness-bad and light-good are a little insufficient. Maybe they don’t account for the whole story.
In the Bible, when the Lord called Solomon to build the temple and the time came to dedicate it in front of all the people, the place for God was filled with a dark cloud. Not a mist, not a Disney magic glitter, not even lightning or weird tongues as of fire: a darkness so dense that the priests couldn’t go through with their offerings. This passage tells the story:
“And they brought up the ark of the Lord, the tent of meeting, and all the holy vessels that were in the tent; the priests and the Levites brought them up. And King Solomon and all the congregation of Israel, who had assembled before him, were with him before the ark, sacrificing so many sheep and oxen that they could not be counted or numbered. Then the priests brought the ark of the covenant of the Lord to its place in the inner sanctuary of the house, in the Most Holy Place . . . and a cloud filled the house of the Lord, so that the priests could not stand to minister because of the cloud, for the glory of the Lord filled the house of the Lord. Then Solomon said, ‘the Lord has said that He would dwell in thick darkness . . . blessed be the Lord, who with his hands has fulfilled what he promised.”
All these years, the people of God had been preparing to have this place to minister. All these years, they’d been conducting their sacrifices in a tent, or not at all, trusting that one day they would have a temple that did justice to their God and what He had done for them. A place that would show the world that here was a God worthy of worship. Now the day of dedication is here. They get to go in to the finished temple, hauling in all their artifacts, making a crazy mess and burning animals like there’s no tomorrow.
And then God shows up.
And God interrupts all the activity. Suddenly, the temple is filled with a cloud. The priests can’t even see to stand and go through with their offerings. The actual presence of God forces them out, sends them away to wait and to pray, to celebrate, to marvel at the physical realization of the Lord fulfilling his long-time promise to be a God who dwells among His people.
Now, I don’t know about you, but to me the presence of God descending in deep cloud sounds a little scary. We have this idea, in our post-enlightenment (pun unintended but important) age of information and technology and all things according to plan, that if we’re with God and God is with us, we’ll be able to see. We even know the Bible verses to back it up, because the Lord is my light and my salvation. The lamp to my feet, and in Him is no darkness, and awake sleeper and rise from the dead and Christ will give you light.
Now, the people of Israel had a lot of problems, but one thing it seems they got right. On temple dedication day, they recognized the coming of God even when it looked like darkness. They recognized it, because this was how God had come to their forefathers.
The book of Exodus tells us this part:
Now when the people saw the thunder and the lightning and the sound of the trumpet and the mountain smoking, they were afraid. And they trembled and stood far off, and they said to Moses, “you speak to us and we will listen, but do not let God speak to us, lest we die.” Moses said to the people, “Do not fear. For the Lord has come to test you, that the fear of Him may be before you, that you may not sin.” The people stood far off while Moses drew near to the thick darkness where God was.
The thick darkness, where God was.
In order to encounter God, to gain spiritual sight, Moses had to physically follow, and voluntarily step up into the space where he could not see.
Meanwhile we’re over here sending people on “vision trips,” and praying for “clarity” in each other’s conundrums. And that’s good, but the danger in all those sight words is that they imply that if we’re really following God, we’ll be able to see and step forward confidently. And yet, sometimes God shows up and things don’t look bright and illuminated. Sometimes we’re plunging ahead with our plans, and God comes and shuts down our whole operation with straight up fog. Sometimes, on the way to light, we have to learn to follow a God who dwells in darkness.
Maybe the darkness is where it matters that He is our light.
Think about how God led the people of Israel in the desert. During the day, He clothed himself in cloud, and in the night He gave them blazing firelight.
Why the variation? Why not just a fire all the time?
Well, think about it this way. When you’re walking in the daylight, you don’t look for a lamp. When the sun is beaming down on the desert, why would you seek a fire?
If God came to the bright places where we feel confidence and clarity, where we feel like we can see and we can walk forward and we’ve got it under control, and God looked like just another light, we might not care.
So in the places where we start trusting our own sight, God sometimes shows up wrapped in cloud. He gets our attention by being the source not of lucid information but of mystery. When things are kind of making sense, when life is kind of routine and fitting together, God is really good at showing up with something that doesn’t fit quite as easily. A disruption, an invasion, or an invitation into a place where we can’t see anymore, and where our own judgement isn’t quite as sure. And God hangs out there until we agree to not be scared off by this place where we can’t see, or where we trust His sight more than ours. Where we can lean in like Moses, acknowledging that even here—especially here—He is present.
And in that darkness, when I acknowledge that the path is dim, that’s when I want a lamp. It’s always that way, right? When I’m confused is when I seek wisdom. When I’m hurting, comfort matters. When I’m facing my own brokenness, I remember the depth of grace.
When I realize that I would otherwise be lost in the dark, I appreciate that God is my light and my salvation. Because it’s true that in God is no darkness. But sometimes, in the darkness, there is God.
See, when the glory of God came down to the mountain in a cloud, it wasn’t just cloud for cloud’s sake. It was cloud surrounding the blazing glory of the living God. Light so permeating it set Moses’ face to shining. But to get to the glory, Moses had to agree to enter the cloud. He had to trust the presence of God more than his own perception.
To step forward, and meet the God who dwells in darkness.