When I was growing up in Pennsylvania, my older sisters and I would often return home from school after dark in the wintertime. As the school bus approached our house in a quiet residential area outside of Philadelphia, my classmates could see the cheery red lamp on the kitchen table, but my sisters and I were the only ones who cared whether the light was on or not.My mother, a single parent who chose the disgrace of accepting state welfare so that she could be a stay-at-home-Mom, never missed a day at her post, at least as far as I can remember. She was faithful to her duty – to be at home with that little red lamp on “for her girls.”
When my sisters and I saw the little light in the kitchen window, we knew Mom was home and all was well with the world. We knew she would have a pot of steaming vegetable soup and freshly-baked bread waiting for us. The light was a beacon of stability in my otherwise unpredictable world.
Several months ago, I began living and working on a small organic farm. As the relationship I have with my boss/landlord has developed, he has become like a father to me. Although his own three daughters have been out of the nest for many years already, he continues to hang the big, old fashioned Christmas lights outside the house every year. This year he made the string of lights long enough to reach to the back of the house, lighting my porch!
The other evening I was returning to the farm from a short walk and noticed through the trees that the Christmas lights were on, adding their multi-colored cheerfulness to the dark night.
“Dad’s home!” I said to myself excitedly and walked a little faster. What a blessing to have this stability in my life again – someone who attentively protects me and wisely advises me, someone who willingly spends his valuable time with me and guides and supports me in my walk with my heavenly Father.
Mom’s red lamp in the kitchen window and Dad’s colorful Christmas lights draw me to the Father of Lights:
”Every good and perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variableness nor shadow of change” James 1:17, (Lamsa NT).