Jesus waded through the city streets, up hills, and finally succumbed to being harshly nailed. Knees weak and mind adrift, the Son would not give up until...until he had fulfilled Father's most insistent will.
Jesus died on the cross and darkness overtook the scene...for three hours.
For one, the message was clear as his critics began to mumble, "Oh, we have killed the light." Imagine standing for 38 minutes and then 51 and then 98...not knowing if light would ever return. Those hours had to be history's longest three.
And there is another possible yes to the darkness. Jesus had been stripped and beaten. Could it be that Father tenderly clothed with darkness His beloved that such shame would be hidden from enemy eyes?
Calvin Miller points this out, But God's darkness was not brutal---it was rather a drape of friendly shadows that hid the naked shame of his beloved. The cruel crucifiers who came in God's light to gloat victoriously over the martyrdom of Jesus would not have his light to see them home. His darkness matched the blindness of human hearts.
The truth continues; there is always something new to ponder about the old, old story. There was a yes hovering at the cross, don't you think?