As a kid, I was
never afraid of the dark. I was never bothered
by the dark, by darkness. In fact, I don’t
recall any of my brothers or sisters being afraid of the dark.
I mean, there
were things we were afraid of. Like the
basement, especially the root cellar.
Especially the part of the basement near the big oil tank that heated
our house. Spooky, really. My dad would work down there. Tinker with this or that. I guess you could call it his man cave before
a man cave was ever fashionable. But the
basement never bothered him, at least that I recall.
The dark. What’s to be afraid of? I can turn off the
lights, wait a little bit, and my eyes adjust and I can see. I mean, not necessarily as well as I can in
the light or bright of day, but I can see.
I can make out shapes. I can tell
objects. What they are, where they are.
I was an altar
boy once upon a time. One of my favorite
church services was Midnight Mass at Christmas.
All the altar boys would get on their cassocks and stoles. We’d march into church behind the priests;
take up the first five or six rows on both sides of the aisle. We’d be issued a
candle and two of the altar boys would walk down the aisle and light our
candles along with the candles of our moms and dads, family and friends. The lights would go out and the church would
be lit up by candles.
Amazingly
bright, yet dark the church was. Shadows
bouncing as the candle flames danced with our breath, with the slight movement
of air. Eerie. Mystical.
Fascinating.
Remember that
Bible story about how one does not light a candle and then hide it under a
bushel basket? Maybe not the exact
wording, but you get the picture.
I’ve often
wondered about that image . . . a candle under a basket.
You know, we have
gifts. Each of us. Some of us choose to use them. Some of us choose to hide them . . . under a
basket.
Maybe that basket
could be fear.
Fear of standing
out. Fear of taking the lead. Fear of appearing smart or clever. That basket could be laziness. Lethargy.
Status quo. Settling for . . .
Amazing what one
candle can do. Amazing what many candles
can do.
Isn’t that what
former President George H. Bush meant with his “Thousand Points of Light”?
Each of us being
a point of light . . . a candle in the darkness. Making that darkness just a little
brighter. Maybe a lot brighter. Many of us joined together to create light. To bring light . . . to give light. To each other. For each other. To be A Light In The Darkness. A light, not under a basket, but out so
everyone can see. All of us using that
light. Depending upon that light. Something to think about . . .
Live Your Life,
and Make A Difference!
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