And this is the judgement, that the light has come into the world, and man loved darkness rather than light. – John 3:19
We’ve become a 40-watt family. We used to be a 100-watt family, but we dropped to 75-watts and then to 60-watts when energy became scarce and the prices shot way up. Finally we ended up with every light in the house switching on at a more economical 40-watts. In the long run it hasn’t been that hard because we didn’t make the changes all at once. It was a slow, gradual, sensible change. The only real change has been that when we want to read we sit by the gooseneck reading lamp, and when we want to write we sit at the writing desk with the desk lamp on it. And, of course, we don’t even need bright lights to watch TV. So, all in all, reducing the light in the house has been a wise and frugal decision. After a while, we never noticed the change.
Then the strangest thing started to happen. I’d gotten all dressed up to go out with some friends to dinner and, sitting in the restaurant before food, crackers, water or anything had been served, I noticed a large spot on my khaki slacks. Quietly I quarried my wife, “Did you notice a spot on theses slacks when we were at home?” Her negative reply led me to dismiss the mystery of the unwelcome spot as a temporary embarrassment to be covered by my napkin and later handled by the cleaners. But then, when I got home the spot had strangely disappeared. So the slacks were re-hung and the incident forgotten; that is, until a similar incident occurred several days later with a shirt, and then later with a sports jacket. And, although somewhat embarrassing, it jokingly became “the mystery of the spot,” which boggled my mind for several days until I wore the slacks again. This time as soon as I stepped out of our dimly lit house into the bright light of the day the old invisible spot reappeared. The mystery was solved.
The mystery of the disappearing spot – I think of it now as the graying of my reality. Living in a 40-watt world I am aware of how easily I become adjusted to shades of darkness and how quickly I become comfortable with just enough light to see only what I am doing. Now aware of the 100-watt world, I can’t help but recognize how obvious my unnoticed spot and blotches must be to those more willing to pay the cost of living in the light. If this is true with spots and stains, how equally true it must be for the slow, silent dimming of the light of the inner soul living in 40-watt world.
Prayer: Forgive me Lord, for I have adjusted to the darkness.