The first week of Advent is ending with the light fading in the evening sky.

The days grow shorter now, and the light hours seem fewer and fewer.

Advent began in darkness last Sunday, with rain and snow dropping from the clouds that kept us from the sun.


But by Wednesday, as the light from my candles grew brighter and brighter, the sun hung full and bright.

We know dark days are coming – this knowledge makes the light days more needful.

And it makes the flicker from the wicks like beacons, keeping us on course as we journey through the waiting.