Isn’t there something so comforting about seeing a light burning in front of a home…perhaps on the porch…or a light inside a window at night. The first thoughts that follow these sightings are…home, comfort, security, and love.
For me…even having a beautiful lamp on in the den in the evenings or on rainy days …sends me a sense of security and contentment. These days…anything we can do around our homes to bring us inner peace, amid so much turbulence and unrest, is appreciated by our physical, emotional, and spiritual sides of our being.
I remember when I started dating in high school…mother told me what time my curfew was (back then too 🙂 and also warned that if I was later coming in than the arranged time…the front porch light would be off...and ominously alerted me that “would not be a good thing to happen”.
Sure enough the night came when I was late getting home and for the first time the front porch light was off…the house was bathed in darkness. I gulped and stumbled my way to the door. It was locked. I felt around the porch and finally found the key in a planter next to the door. With much trepidation I s-l-o-w-l-y opened the door.
It was so dark I was stumbling around the living room holding on to furniture (so as not to trip) when I suddenly realized that the arm of one chair was no longer wooden… but human…mother had been sitting in the dark waiting on me.
Without going into specifics…let’s just say that I was at home for many weekends my junior year and I was never late again. I learned my lesson…light on-good….light off-bad!
With Broadway theaters shut down now…eerily deserted…the only light left burning in the theater district is the famous “ghost light.”
“The ghost light is basically a lamp that’s left onstage when all the work is finished in the theater, and everyone’s gone home for the evening.” The orchestra pit can be around ten feet lower than the stage. “So when they power off everything in the building, there’s the one little globe left on so that no one walks in the theater and stumbles off the stage and breaks their neck.”
“The idea of the ghost light on the stage in a dark theater is very, very magical.” “You see that little glow on stage, you can see the edge of the proscenium, like ‘Wow, we’re in this place where anything can happen, who knows what ghosts are lurking around and what wonderful shows have been here before and what stories they conceal.’
So until tomorrow…as long as we have light in our lives we have hope for a better tomorrow…aren’t sunrises God’s daily gift to us…that no matter how dark the night is…the sun will always be there for us.
Don’t we have faith that at the end of the dark tunnels of crises (covering our land) that a light is still shining for a better tomorrow for our children and grandchildren?
“Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh
***And now here is ‘Cousin Red’…cloned off the clone of “Little Big Red” (who was cloned from the original “Big Red”)…a close relationship…but “cloningly” complicated.