We live in interesting times. We also live in anxious times where promises are glibly made and broken. We huddle for warmth around the illusion of a better government and a fairer society that is marked by clasped hands instead of clenched fists. As time passes, we find that instead of healing there is distortion- words have become merely tools for the furtherance of greed, bigotry and dishonesty. The fire burns but it is cold and those who need it most are left to contrive their own flames, their own means of being clothed and warmed.
And contrive we must in times like these. In darkness, what is needed most is light ; not electric speeches and high-octane rhetoric. Light for the one next to you, light for the one before and behind you. Light that warms because it is fueled by mercy and understanding. Light that burns but does not destroy because its source is beyond you. Light that won’t go out because of He who gave Him a long, long time ago, and still gives to all who come near to its tender flame. Light that won’t go out when its wick flickers. Light that considers the bruised reed and leans gently upon its bent back.
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