A thought came to me in my mind’s eye. I saw a long room. There was a small nightstand in the corner. The room was dark and a dull, thick, foggy haze completely filled the room.
I was sitting at the far end of the room, and it was like I was looking through a smoky glass. There was no sound in the room.
As I sat there, off in a far corner near the ceiling, there was a very small glow. Soon it started to grow, but it was still small.
Now on the nightstand stood a tall white candle. It was on the table and myself was all that was there. This point of light got very, very bright but the room was still dark. It was a light that was very, very pure and intense.
Then slowly it started to move; it went from the corner of the room slowly toward the candle. But the room was still dark. It seemed like it only took a short time to reach the candle and, when it did, it gently touched the wick and lit the candle. It then raised straight up very quickly and disappeared.
Slowly, the light from the flame increased and, as it did, the dark room began to become lighter. Soon the brightness was to the point I was blinded by this pure white light. It stayed this way for only a short time.
Then the pure white light disappeared, only leaving the light from the candle.
My Thought and Interpretation
The dark room that I was in was the World as it is today. The hazy hue that was in the room was the People of the World. The candle on the nightstand was the Saints of the world.
The Light was the Pure Word of God that came down in the form of Jesus Christ. He brought the saving spark that lit the candle with Salvation.
The job of the candle was to then take the light of God’s Word to the world full of Lost Souls.
The time is short. We need to live out lives in the Pure Word and Light that Jesus gave to us; the Light that others might see the Life of God’s Word that others might hear. To take the lighted candle and lead the way.
Written by Jack Palmer, Copyright © 1-5-11. All Rights Reserved.