He came to me at night, as He often does—my mind unguarded and dreaming—with a message for my king. A vision he brought me. A vision of such staggering majesty all I could do was weep.
I saw a light, bright as the moon, enthroned in the darkness above. It gleamed, majestic and regal, for all the world to see. Until it went out. Another light followed it, dimmer than the first yet brighter by far than the darkness all around. It too went out and the darkness thickened.
But two more lights dawned, one after the other. Like a reflection of the moon to the moon itself were these lights beside the first, dimmer and hazy, yet reflections of that true, pure light nonetheless.
Darkness returned, then light, then darkness—crowned and seated one and all on that first light’s throne. On and on it went through centuries: light to illumine followed by darkness again.
Until it stopped.
The pattern broken.
Darkness reigning. Darkness so thick and deep it seemed no light had ever pierced it. Darkness stretching on and on.
But in that darkness, seeming utter and endless, rose the sun. Brighter than bright. Light of lights it shone.
And the darkness raged against it.
Raged and cursed and flailed, but failed to unseat it, to diminish its shine even when it died only to rise and dawn once more, grown somehow brighter still.
Enthroned it sat, breaking forever the cycle its ancestors could not escape.
“Do you understand?” the Lord God asked me.
“Yes,” I said. “His kingdom shall have no end.”
“No end,” the Lord God said.
“My Lord, who am I that such a message should come through me?”
“My voice and my mouthpiece, you bear good news of great joy for all people. You are not the first and neither will you be the last. Now go. Tell David all that you have seen and heard from Me this night.”
And so I went and told it all as the Lord God commanded me.
My king fell to his knees before his King, overcome.
A mumbled, “Who am I?” was all I heard before leaving him to his prayers. I wasn’t there to hear what he said, but I know my king and I know his heart. Faithful and true, he worshipped at the news. From the depths of his soul, he worshipped.
For though neither he nor I will live to see it happen, we know. The Lord is God and his words are true, this day and everyday. In all the darkness and light to come.