Almost
every school year I am asked by students why I have so many lighthouses in my classroom.
Looking
around I can count 8 different objects that are lighthouse themed. Several are ceramic reproductions, two are
pictures, one is a clock and one of my favorites is a wooden version with a
working light in the top. Most are gifts
from family (who know my penchant for these edifices) so
they have great value beyond their physical presence.
I
think the attraction began when I was young but it really took flight as I grew
older and began to understand what a lighthouse represented.
Mariners
all over the globe rely on the rays cast out by these majestic towers to guide
them back to the ones they love. Without
the help provided, many a crew would be lost and torn to pieces on the rocky
shores of this world.
Yet,
it is more than that.
Almost
without exception, lighthouses are built in places where few would choose to
live. The sea around is rough and
merciless – often impeding access by those who need to maintain the delicate
systems. Still, the keeper serves and
cleans and repairs his equipment so it can shine brightly to those in need.
The
job of the lighthouse keeper is thankless and lonely. Many fail to realize he is there until they
need him. But if slack in his duties, the
absence is quickly apparent.
And
the light shines on and on, all through the darkness of night, guiding the
weary traveler to his home and the love of his family.
It
is easy to apply the principles of the lighthouse and its keeper to our own
lives. An obvious connection is that we
have the Great Lighthouse who is constantly on guard to lead us back to our
sacred heavenly home. He is so much to
us and we can know that He is ever vigilant in cleaning, repairing and guiding
us through the storms of mortality.
For
me, it is even more than that.
I
want to be a lighthouse!!!
My
desire is to do more than exist as one of God’s children. There is light that can be shared with others
that will protect them from the rocks and currents that can destroy lives. So I take the little light I have and hold it
up as high as possible.
Maybe
someone will see it – someone who is struggling.
And
maybe I can do what He does in some small way.
I
think this hymn catches the message quite well.
(click on the link below to listen.)
Brightly beams our Father’s
mercy
From his lighthouse
evermore.
But to us he gives the
keeping
Of the lights along the
shore.
[chorus]
Let the lower lights be
burning;
Send the gleam across the
wave.
Some poor fainting,
struggling seaman
You may rescue, you may
save.
Dark the night of sin has
settled;
Loud the angry billows roar.
Eager eyes are watching,
longing,
For the lights along the
shore.
Trim your feeble lamp, my
brother;
Some poor sailor,
tempest-tossed,
Trying now to make the
harbor,
In darkness may be lost.
1 comment:
Love it, thanks, Dad!
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