Wherever there is Light

The North Texas storm had left its mark. The fierce winds brought down trees, left electric poles hanging at odd angles and flung lawn furniture around like toys. In the aftermath of the storm, we were counted among the 100,000 inhabitants left with no electric service. As the sun slowly set, we decided to leave our darkened house and explore the neighborhood. Most of the houses were unlit so we headed off to the commercial areas where a few stores were running on generator power. After taking full advantage of whatever stores offered us a lighted refuge from the night, we headed back to see if our power had come back on yet. As we drove towards our house, I recognized a familiar glow in the sky; it looked like the local high school had the stadium lights on. “Look!” I happily pointed out, “It looks like the stadium has lights!” It was then that my son chuckled as he said, “Mom, you are just going wherever the light is!” His statement struck me. Only a few hours earlier the last thing on my mind was a search for light, but now here I was rejoicing over a dimly lit Target store and flying like a moth towards that lighted stadium. The power outage had left me acutely aware that I was the denizen of a dark world and I longed for the comfort of light- even the stark light of a Wal-Mart store. The world is getting darker as each day passes. People are running from the nightfall. Where will they go? Where will they flee? Just as the stormy experience showed me, they will go wherever there is Light.

Photo credit: Full Moon in Oia by Κλέαρχος Π. Καπούτσης. Retrieved from Wikimedia Commons.