As I write this morning, we are fully enfolded in the garments of
autumn. As if to dispel any illusion to the contrary, mid-October
brought us a fully autumnal wind storm yesterday, plunging many
local communities into darkness as power outages spread across the
At our home, we barely noticed. Our eldest daughter and our
grandkids are visiting us, and when evening arrived, we simply drove
to another town – one with lights – and had a nice, child-centric
dinner. Afterward, we drove home, put a fire in the woodstove, lit
the old lantern and a few candles and happily played with the
By now, you may have visions of a Norman Rockwell painting dancing
in your head. A lovely fire, lantern and candlelight, children
happily playing, grandparents doting. . . . Yeah, right.
It took all of maybe twenty minutes before I seriously needed a
break from the tribulation playing out in my living room. Quietly,
so that no one would notice, I slipped out the front door and edged
along the walkway to the street. Without looking back I continued
down the block and made my escape, shrouded by a welcoming and
The darkness was nearly complete as I walked past houses and trees.
I thought about how quiet, how still the world seemed without
television, radios blasting, lights boring holes in the dark. I
walked a long time, maybe two minutes, before turning back towards
home. But just as I was turning, I noticed a strange phenomenon: a
motion-light on a nearby home suddenly popped on. Then another
light, and then another appeared, and while I walked, it seemed that
as I passed each house, its lights would suddenly appear.
And I heard a still, small Voice within my heart: “You carry within
you the Light of the world. Your presence in this dark and godless
world will accomplish in hearts what you are seeing all around you.
By your presence, with your passing, by your very appearing, you
bring Light to those who dwell in darkness.”
Suddenly, Scripture appeared in my mind: You are the light of the
world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do they
light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a lampstand, and it
gives light to all who are in the house. Let your light so shine
before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your
Father in heaven (Matthew 5:14-16).
As these words played in my mind, I was back at my front door. I
walked into a room flooded with light and with happy children and
with adults ready to go to bed. Someone shouted – a small person, I
think – “Grandpa, we got light!” Oh, how I love to hear the obvious
stated with such authority!
And I thought to myself, “how right you are sweet grand-daughter:
“We got Light!”