Let There Be Lights

Life is all about discovery. I try to explain this to the parents, but they just say “Take that out of your mouth, Miranda.” One recent discovery has really changed my appreciation for the marvels of our universe. Did you know that there are small switches on the walls that make lights? It’s true. I wouldn’t have believed it either, except that I’ve tried them for myself. It’s magical.

I think all of you out there in my audience already know how much I enjoy spreading light, and now I can do it literally. As you can no doubt guess, this has not been without some nay-saying from the parents. “Miranda, don’t turn on lights you aren’t using. Miranda, turn out the lights when you leave a room.” I guess I can’t blame them. If I looked like a parent I’d probably stay in the dark too. What, too mean? It’s all in good fun… Mostly.

The parents are not above using these switches of light themselves, but they don’t seem to understand their full potential. They’re always switching lights off instead of on. I’d like to think it’s just an accident, but they seem to deliberately want only a few lights on at a time.

The worst is when they walk into a room and don’t even turn on the lights. Naturally I, being the helpful spreader of lightness that I am, try to correct their oversight, and they object. “Miranda, it’s light outside.” We’re not outside, now are we Daddy? We’re inside. Turn on the lights.

 

Finding a Church

Imagine that when you moved to a new neighborhood you didn’t need to find a church. You didn’t need to drive around looking for steeples, search the Yellow Pages for church listings, or get reviews from Google Maps. Instead, the church was already there. They showed up at your house and offered to help you move in. They were your neighbors who occasionally dropped by with food or invited you to come over to visit.

Even if they hadn’t introduced themselves, the church would be hard to miss. They would be the neighbors that were always spending time together. Their kids played with each other, rather than spending every evening in a sport or activity. The families spent time together, and no one seemed to ever be alone. Rather than seeing each family out working in their own yard, they would all work together, moving their tools from house to house. Of course, they didn’t just take care of each other. They also took care of anyone’s house who was willing to accept some extra help.

Although you eventually found out that one was a janitor, another a lawyer, and one was a single mother, they were all taken care of by the others. Everyone had enough, and no one tried to get more. Instead, anything extra they quickly gave to someone in need, and they knew a lot about needs. In their conversations with you, they would always ask if there was anything you needed. And after a while, you felt comfortable telling them, because you never heard them talking about anyone else’s needs.

What if you didn’t need to find a church, because the church found you?