On the coast of Norway there is a lighthouse where a keeper lived with his two children. One day he went on shore for provisions. A storm arose, and he was unable to return. The time for lighting the lamp came, and Mary, the elder child, said to her little brother, “We must light the lamp, Willie.” “How can we?” asked Willie. “We ain’t big enough.” But the two children climbed the long, narrow stairs to the tower where the lamp was kept. Mary pulled up a chair and tried to reach the lamp in the great reflector; it was too high. Groping down the stairs, she ascended
again with a small oil lamp in her hand. “I can hold this up,” she said to her little brother. She climbed on the chair again, but still, the reflector was just beyond her reach. “Get down,” said Willie; “I know what we can do.” She jumped down, and he stretched his little body across the chair. “Stand on me,” he said. And she stood on the little fellow as he lay across the chair. She raised the lamp high, and its light shone far out across the water. Holding it first with one hand, then with the other, to rest her little arms, she called down to her brother, “Does it hurt you, Willie?” “Of course it hurts,” he called back, “but keep the light burning.”
This Sunday we will begin a series through the book of First John, as John starts his writing he challenges the reader to live in the light, to keep the light burning no matter how painful or what the cost.