What do you get when children get sick, appliances quit, bills go up, and sleep doesn’t arrive? Sixteen tons of life composed entirely of trouble and sorrow.
That’s what it feels like sometimes. It feels like nothing good ever happens. Too often, bad seems to overshadow the remnants of the good that brightens our world.
That’s why it’s necessary, when good things happen, to give them their proper place of importance. They may dispel the dreary clouds of defeat and rescue the weary.
Radar and GPS have mostly replaced the use of lighthouses, but lighthouses served very well for sailors back in the day.
It all started with an elevated flame.
At 450 feet high, the first lighthouse was a marvel for the ancient B.C. crowd. At the summit was an open fire burning for all sailors to see. In the 1600s, Cork County employed the use of coal.
Eventually, they used a device with a bowl positioned behind the flame. It gathered all the light to focus it toward only one direction, the sea.
It was primitive, but it saved lives as long as the flame was burning.
And once they positioned a mirror behind the flame, there was no turning back. Then, once electricity arrived, talk about a game changer. And we didn’t mention the irreplaceable light bulb comparable to one million candles (beeswax, of course) and the power of the multilayered lens. Oh, and now they use lasers. Wow.
Darkness had no hope of consuming another traveler unless they were asleep and missed the light.
In the ever-increasing darkness of this world, we need some lighthouses.
People who will ignite a flame of truth and goodness and share it with those in the night seeking safe harbors.
It is imperative to elevate the light of goodness and fan the flame to maximum brightness.
And anyone who gets offended by that will need to develop a taste for rocky ledges and shipwrecks.
to the all the shining lights,
– Caleb
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