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
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
that the man was going to set her on fire. "No, no!!" she cried,
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
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
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.
Addendum -- Matthew 5:16 (NIV) "'In the same way, let your
light shine before men, that they may
see your good deeds and praise your Father in Heaven'."
[ Original source unknown -- from Digory ]
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