unraveling

In high school I didn't like to wear the color black. The goths wore black, which I presumed their point was to look sinister and death-happy. I was a Christian and wanted to look light and airy. So I wore navy. However black truly is the bedrock of a good wardrobe and these days there is more black in my closet then any other color. In fact my husband will make a surprised face if I bring home anything blue.
For a few months now I've been thinking about darkness and light in the Bible. There are instances of God being discerned in both, but overwhelmingly as "light". Yet the God who can be found in darkness is tugging at me.
A few months ago I read Genesis to refresh my memory of my ancestors in faith. During Lent I read Exodus to help with our church study. And now I'm on to Leviticus which I have never read cover to cover. In lent there were all kinds of words used during our life as church that spoke of "moving out of darkness into the light." There was one song in particular in our Taize service that I couldn't sing because it had this motif (although I loved the Taize as a whole.) I asked myself if I was overreacting, overly sensitive.
I'm a morning person myself. I like the light, the first dawn. Never been much of a "night" person.
But when we still use terms like "Black" and "white" to describe people more often then "African-American" or "caucasion." And talk about the lightness or darkness of someone's skin. And when those same terms, dark and light, come up in our liturgy, even in the Bible, it's been like a thread unwinding in me, slowly but steadily, and I'm not sure what it's unraveling.