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The Light Of The World

Once upon a time a little candle stood in a room filled with other candles, most of them much larger and much more beautiful than she was. Some were ornate and some were rather simple, like herself. Some were white, some were blue, some were pink, some were green. She had no idea why she was there, and the other candles made her feel rather small and insignificant.

When the sun went down and the room began to get dark, she noticed a large man walking toward her with a ball of fire on a stick. She suddenly realized that the man was going to set her on fire. “No, no!!” she cried, “Aaaaagghhh! Don’t burn me, please!” But she knew that she could not be heard and prepared for the pain that would surely follow.

To her surprise, the room filled with light. She wondered where it came from since the man had extinguished his fire stick. To her delight, she realized that the light came from herself.

Then the man struck another fire stick and, one by one, lit the other candles in the room. Each one gave out the same light that she did.

During the next few hours, she noticed that, slowly, her wax began to flow. She became aware that she would soon die. With this realization came a sense of why she had been created. “Perhaps my purpose on earth is to give out light until I die,” she mused. And that’s exactly what she did.

God created you and I to produce light in a dark world. Like that little candle, we all can produce the same amount of light, no matter how small we are or what color we might be. But we can’t produce light until we receive it from an outside source. That source is Jesus Christ, the light of the world.

A Candle

One evening a man took a small candle from a box and began to climb a
long winding stairway. "Where are we going?" asked the candle.

"We’re going up higher than a house to show the ships the way to the
harbor."

"But no ship in the harbor could ever see my light," the candle said,
"it is so very small."

"If your light is small," the man said, "just keep on burning brightly
and leave the rest to me."

When they reached the top of the long stairs, they came to a large
lamp. Then he took the little candle and lit the lamp. Soon the large
polished mirrors behind the lamp sent beams of light out across the
miles of sea.

We are God’s candle! Our job is to keep on shining. The success of our
work is in His hands. A tiny candle or match can start a forest fire.

The little flame of your good example can actually change the lives of
others without you knowing it. Be a light to them like the beacon
light in the story which guide the ship to safe harbor.

The Dark Candle

A man had a little daughter. His only and much-beloved child. He lived
for her… she was his life. So when she became ill and her illness
resisted the efforts of the best obtainable physicians, he became like
a man possessed, moving heaven and earth to bring about her
restoration to health.

His best efforts proved unavailing and the child died. The father was
totally irreconcilable. He became a bitter recluse, shutting himself
away from his many friends and refusing every activity that might
restore his poise and bring him back to his normal self.

One night he had a dream. He was in Heaven, and was witnessing a grand
pageant of all the little child angels. They were marching in an
apparently endless line past the Great White Throne. Every white-robed
angelic child carried a candle. He noticed that one child’s candle was
not lighted. Then he saw that the child with the dark candle was his
own little girl. Rushing to her, while the pageant faltered, he seized
her in his arms, caressed her tenderly, and then asked: "How is it,
darling that your candle alone is unlighted?"

"Father, they often relight it, but your tears always put it out."
Just then he awoke from his dream. The lesson was crystal clear, and
its effects were immediate. From that hour on he was not a recluse,
but mingled freely and cheerfully with his former friends and
associates. No longer would his darling’s candle be extinguished by
his useless tears.

Psalms 56:13 (NKJ) "For You have delivered my soul from death. Have
you not kept my feet from falling, That I may walk before God In the
LIGHT of the living?"