Regina 
Imagine. A blanket of darkness settles of over the varied landscape of earth. You cannot see. The blackness is oppressive seeming to sweep aggressively through the corridors of every space; it’s aim, to enslave. Even the brightest summer day cannot overcome this kind of night. Only the Knight who would mount a donkey could come in and brighten this place. And He did, slipping from a virgin womb with His saving voice piercing the darkness to the core. The darkness would later ask Him Have you come to torment us before the time? The answer, not just yet. There were yet souls to light, yet people to be born who would and will be saved, and patient the Knight would wait for them. In the wait, He would give His people shining armor, a marvelous flame to always keep their hearts in the Light. He would not leave them orphans. Though in the dark, they would never be alone. Like a city on hill in unseen realms they would march the terrain of earth to the horror of our great enemy. Snatching people from awaiting flames, used of God to transfer people from the domain of darkness into the Kingdom of His Beloved Son. These would be the children of Light and their Savior the Sunrise from on High who would relentlessly shine on them. They would look to Him radiant; their faces destined never to fall into shame. The great lifter of heads, the pure Light of all the world would see to it. His Word never falls to the ground; it lives forever.
Imagine. A people lit but dimming, a people threatened to be snuffed out by the unseen evil armies that fall in line by rank. The true little lights would never get blown out, but they might get dimmed. Their eyes weighed down by deceptive devices. Lulled to sleep by lust and wayward influences.
The children of the Light sleeping as though they were children of the night.
The alarm sounders asleep. The ones warning of the impending Day of the Lord, almost silent. But there is a joyful hope. There is a God who loves each candle He lit up in this lost world and He chases them with Holy Fire by the Spirit indwelling, and wrestles them awake. Bids them ARISE.
We are of the Resurrection. We are of the Life.
And yes we are children of the Light. And we do not sleep as others do. Christ calls His church…AWAKE!
