There was once a people who because of their disobedience had been exiled to a dark and foreboding forest. The forest was thick and overgrown. The canopy shut out almost all light, and thorns and thickets had grown up all around the area in which they lived. Day in and day out they muttered through a dreary and hopeless existence. To make matters worse, the Kingdom that had banished them to this dreadful place demanded they produce a steady supply of the only natural resource that the forest produced. Every day they had to collect the resource and store it up for the offering that was demanded by the oppressive Kingdom. They kept just enough to meet the basic needs of their people. At night, which was very hard to distinguish, the elders would gather at the edges of the village and talk about better days. They would ponder how and why they ended up in such a state. The only glimmer of hope came as they remembered the ancient writings of their forefathers. There were stories of
 a King who would one day come and deliver them from a life of thorns and darkness and hopelessness. But night after night, day after day, the stories seemed to lose their ability to bring hope to such a desolate situation.
As the life and hope continued to drain from the minds and hearts of the people, there came a report from the very outer parts of the village. The report was not a certainty, but a small group of people claimed they think….they might seemed like…they saw a flicker of light in the distance. The village began to buzz at the thought of any kind of hope. Maybe the reports were accurate, maybe the ancient stories held some truth…Either way this fresh hope was almost tangible to a people who had been living in the darkness for generations.
The people walking in darkness 
    have seen a great light; 
on those living in the land of deep darkness 
    a light has dawned.
You have enlarged the nation
    and increased their joy;
they rejoice before you
    as people rejoice at the harvest,
as warriors rejoice
    when dividing the plunder. (Isaiah 9:2-3) 
It came 2000 years ago and it is still coming. In a day when light is hard to find because of the world’s circumstances or our personal circumstances, Isaiah’s words still ring out through time.
The King is coming. A King has come. A King will come.