Being the Light

Preacher man and I have had a very exhausting week and I'm not sure we have or will recover from it. We had a lovely house guest last week that brought a huge ray of sunshine into our home. Do you remember back in Biology class when you did things to plants to see how they would react? I remember one time we took a plant and placed it in a dark closet and almost forgot about it. When plants don't get enough light they grow skinny, spindly and have a light unhealthy color to them. We opened the closet after about two weeks and sure enough it was long, skinny and just didn't look healthy at all. The coolest part was it had started to grow towards the ground and was headed for the light that came from the crack under the door! We pulled it out of the dark closet to see if the light would kill it or cause it to thrive. It stood up tall, and bushed out like crazy! After sometime the teacher told us to put it back in the closet, in all honesty, we knew it wouldn't fair well and thought about how to not let it happen. Bottom line, the plant had to go back into the dark, cold, uncaring conditions of the closet. By the time this had happened, the whole class was involved and wanted to do something to help the plant without going against the teachers instructions. We came up with some pretty off the wall stuff, but nothing really seemed to fix the problem. One morning we came into class and found a strange glow around the back of the room by the closet. Someone had taken a grow light and laid it down on the floor in front of the closet. While we couldn't get to the plant to insure it had light we stood where we were and we made the light that it did get as bright and as strong as possible!


That's what we are called to do as Christians, to be the light under the crack of someones door. To stand together in prayer for the souls that are trapped behind the closet. It's hard and really doesn't seem to help sometimes, but we must remember that this is a spiritual battle and our hope is in God's hands! 

Prayer of Saint Francis
Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, 
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Amen.