As is fitting in this
special season of darkness and light, we sometimes have candles shining around
the house after dinner, sending out their soft light as we read or write by the
fire. Every so often, I pause and simply admire the radiance of the candles.
They don’t take up much space on the tables, but they spread a large and friendly
light through the rooms. They make me think of other kinds of helpful light –
the light of lamps that allow all of us to see and appreciate each other; the
headlights of our cars that escort us to our important destinations; the silent
light of stars above our sometimes anxious world; and – best of all – the light
of thoughts that continually flash and show us the way we should go. On this
evening of the darkest day of the year, as Delycia and I drove home from a
performance of “A Christmas Carol” in Hartford, I loved seeing the lights along
the way – the comforting lamps in windows of homes, the sparkling Christmas lights
in yards, and the shining streetlights that somehow gave a certain splendor to
the darkness. I found myself thinking, for some reason, of the great light of
the sun – the source of all our light – and the even greater light of vast,
never-ending forces like love and gentleness. I seemed to see and feel the light
that shines in all places, all hearts, and all times.
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