We had just finished a couple of hours sorting, organizing, and shelving donated goods for our refugee families. When you are called, you do not allow distractions to deter you from the mission.
We were done for the day, and I had lingered, like I usually do. It’s become a bit of a haven for me… in the storm of greed and lies and self-interest. Here I can focus on what it truly means… to live out the call I have been given.
I was just about to lock the door. I turned off the lights… and then saw the tiniest illumination in the far back corner…
Being here is the easy part. It is purposeful and helps me feel productive. I have to trust that in being faithful to the small tasks, I am building my strength to respond to the illnesses of our time when they are at my doorstep.
These ARE dark times. Having our freedoms and efforts taken from us is not a good feeling. The temptation to fall into despair is real. But I know all that is good and love and just …can only thrive when it is nurtured.
The light reminded me of that. Back in the corner…, where it went undetected in the business of our tasks. But when I shut off the overhead lights, its small glimmer illuminated the darkness.
THAT is what our good deeds CAN do.
…our standing up,
…our not getting caught in the tumbleweeds of arguments.
We must be LIGHT-Holders in a world that threatens to be LiGHT-Blower-OUTERS.
