“You are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do they light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a lampstand, and it gives light to all who are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.” Matthew 5:14-16. (NKJV).
“How'd you like to go on a treasure hunt, Timmy?”
“A treasure hunt?”
“Yep. For silver candlesticks. Aunt Sybil’s Christmas present.”
“Christmas? This is October. Can’t we wait?”
“Nope. Need to find the perfect gift.”
At the third shop, Grandfather held up a pair of candlesticks. “This is it.” He placed them on the checkout counter.
“She’s not going to like those. They’re ugly.”
Grandfather smiled. “Just wait."
At home, he applied silver polish, buffed them, repeated the process until they gleamed.
“Wow. They look great. She'll love them. Want me to get a box for them?”
“Not yet. Need to try them out.” Timmy's eyebrow tilted.
That night, Grandfather put the candlesticks on the table, lit the candles.
“They’re beautiful, Grandfather. The light shines from the candles and reflects in the silver.”
“Like us, Timmy. When we receive the Lord Jesus, He cleans us, makes us new. As we go through life, we get tarnished by the stuff we see and how we deal with it...”
At home, he applied silver polish, buffed them, repeated the process until they gleamed.
“Wow. They look great. She'll love them. Want me to get a box for them?”
“Not yet. Need to try them out.” Timmy's eyebrow tilted.
That night, Grandfather put the candlesticks on the table, lit the candles.
“They’re beautiful, Grandfather. The light shines from the candles and reflects in the silver.”
“Like us, Timmy. When we receive the Lord Jesus, He cleans us, makes us new. As we go through life, we get tarnished by the stuff we see and how we deal with it...”
Timmy's shoulders slumped. “So what do we do?”
“Never fear, son. The Lord has a plan. He comes and polishes us--a work in progress. Can be painful but He’s got plenty of time and wants us to gleam.”
“Shine, Jesus, shine. He lets us shine from His light. Wow!”
“Indeed. Couldn’t say it better myself.” Grandfather smiled, hugged his grandson.
Kingdom Thinking. The Lord Jesus commands me to let my light shine. His light as He lives through me. He promises to love me and never leave me. He offers the same to you. Won’t you come?
“Shine, Jesus, shine. He lets us shine from His light. Wow!”
“Indeed. Couldn’t say it better myself.” Grandfather smiled, hugged his grandson.
Kingdom Thinking. The Lord Jesus commands me to let my light shine. His light as He lives through me. He promises to love me and never leave me. He offers the same to you. Won’t you come?
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