Darkness isn't the divine enemy - it's our friend
Power-cuts give us back the power of the night, writes George Pitcher. Throughout history, God has been found in the dark
A version of this column appeared on Premier Christianity
A crane knocked me off the back of a lorry I was unloading on the M5 motorway extension in September 1973 and, after a short darkness of concussion, I was invalided out of my construction job. So I took more genteel work, teaching in a small boarding preparatory school in the west country. Very Decline and Fall.
In the first school term of 1974, the Three-Day Week started – the rationing of electricity supply that plunged the UK into early-evening darkness, during the government’s protracted dispute with the coal miners. In the Stygian gloom of that former stately home, my friendship with the nursery form mistress turned more intimate – a candle-lit cuddle in front of a telly that remained weirdly on, a stolen kiss in a dark corridor.
It was sweet, in every sense. I was 18. As a consequence, I must be one of the few who look back on Edward Heath’s premiership with fondness and gratitude.
Nearly half a century on, we’ve been plunged into darkness again this past week. Some quarter of a million homes lost heat and light as Storm Eunice ravaged Britain last Friday and, at the time of writing, we’re in our fifth day without power. As the famous duo sang back in my teenage years: Hello darkness, my old friend.
For reasons that may have just become apparent, I’ve never really minded the dark. The only fear it holds for me is loss of command and control with the absence of vision. But I’m not afraid of what it contains, precisely because it doesn’t contain anything dark, in the sense of sinister.
Greek dualism
Down the ages, darkness has been associated with its so-called prince, “the enemy” or the devil. That has more to do with an ancient Greek dualism than with the Christian faith, a kind of eternal duel between cosmic white hats and black hats that implies that God doesn’t have dominion over half of the created order. It’s also a massive cop-out – the all-too-human capacity for evil becomes not what we’re capable of doing without the love of God, but the work of Satan who has led us astray.
It’s also at the dark heart of theodicy – the arm of theology that considers why a loving God allows suffering in the world, one contention being that light cannot exist without darkness, a sort of contrast that provides bas-relief definition for the inextinguishable power of love. This is the light that was created in the formless void at the beginning of scripture in Genesis (“let there be light”) and is fulfilled at the start of the gospel of John (“that life was the light for all people”).
Actually, darkness is not the enemy – except perhaps in the limited sense of a power-cut. Back with those Hellenic duallists we find the word gnophos, which serves as a metaphor for the incomprehensible transcendence of God and the pathetic inability of humanity to understand it (the duality comes with skotos, which is altogether darker in terms of human nature, in every sense).
Shadow of the body
This is an understanding of darkness which arises, in Church father Origen’s phraseology, only from living in the shadow of the body. Darkness is therefore a mortal quality, through which we labour necessarily with yearning towards a revelation and understanding of the inexhaustible nature of a transcendent love of God. It’s why Denys (or Dionysius) the Areopagite – so called because he was converted by hearing St Paul declaim on the Areopagus in Athens – writes of a God who sends out a “ray of darkness” to humanity, which among much else serves as a theodic contribution to understanding the cry of Christ from the cross.
We’re solidly in the territory of the (much later) medieval mystics here. Developing the Dionysian language of “divine darkness”, which itself has roots in the ascent of Moses on Mount Sinai into darkness and cloud to understand the mind of God, the anonymously written The Cloud of Unknowing develops the idea of a soul suspended in prayer between two “clouds”, the higher of which is the darkness of God which, picking up on the Dionysian “ray”, can only be penetrated by a “dart of longing love”.
Dark night of the soul
This concept of God’s loving darkness might reach its own apotheosis in the Spanish mystic St John of the Cross’s The Dark Night of the Soul, which takes the nocturnal imagery of the biblical Song of Solomon to divide John’s night into three parts, the darkest part of which isn’t the hour before dawn but the “night of spirit”, in which the pilgrim is stripped of any sense of self in order to embrace the divine revelation.
This is a theme of darkness recurrent in modern religious poetry too, not least in TS Eliot’s Four Quartets, where the poet (in Little Gidding) writes of “the uncertain hour before the morning/ Near the ending of interminable night”, being the point at which divine understanding is vouchsafed.
Darkness, in this sense, holds nothing to fear, even during the electrical outages of recent days, any more than St Paul’s glimpses of the divine “through a glass darkly” are to be feared. The darkness isn’t simply the opposite of the light of the world, it is the means through which God reaches his humanity in the Christ.
That may amount, admittedly, to rather more than a post-adolescent snog in a dark school library. Or, miraculously, for some it may not.
George Pitcher is a visiting fellow at the LSE and an Anglican priest