As I light my massive ruddy, red candle’s one,
two, three, four wicks, I notice that each flame has
its own personality. One flame stands straight and
does not move. It represents a confident soldier in
a competition. It does not waver back and forth,
but stands for something noble.
Another flame dances around as it jumps from one
side to another. It cannot decide which way to go.
Maybe I should go right, no, I think left is the
better way to go, it seems to say.
The third flame is longer and skinnier than the other
three. It burns brightly, standing tall, yet flexible.
It shimmers around the wick, not wandering too
far from its upright position.
The forth flame is smaller in stature, not as
confident in its burning. A pool of wax around it
tries to snuff it out. The flame has not made up
its mind whether it wants to burn brightly or be
put out of its misery.
Four flames, all different, yet all the same in that
they have a goal to light a room, to light the way,
to produce warmth to a cold world.
"You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl.Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven.” Matt. 5:14-16
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