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Regulars | By Sister Teresa | July 2017

Sister Teresa finds herself cowering from the glare of the bright, neon lights on the hosptial ward and seeking refuge in darkness

‘If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me. Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee.’ Psalm 139 is beautiful but, when I was in hospital a month ago, I found myself longing for total darkness, something which the NHS does not provide. The glare of the neon lights was dimmed a bit at night, but not enough. What with pain and noise, any sleep, reading, thought or prayer were impossible.  I found myself muttering, ‘What is wrong with the dark?’ When I arrived home, I went straight to bed in blissful blackness and, in the morning, when I woke up, I went straight to the Bible. If one goes back to the beginning of Genesis, one finds that part of God’s creativity took place...

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