As I read the newspaper clipping
from eighteen years ago, the words eerily described today:

The world love-light dims. We
fasten our safety belt for an unknown comet’s collision with Jupiter
with fear.  Our ears are glued to the tube for hours of special
media reports on the O.J. Simpson saga to taste every strand of
evidence fed to us by national commentators.

We feel the heavy
metal rock beat of senseless slaughter in Bosnia, Rwanda, Palestine
and Israel drumming against our consciences.  Crime waves, drug
cartels, natural disasters and lack of integrity set our teeth on
edge. Some of us can remember when our doors were never locked. We
remember when love lived in our homes and our streets. Now we live
in fear. How can we turn the love-lights back on?

We catch
rare glimpses of agape love at Christmas time or during calamities.
Such a love touched me a month ago (June 1994) — while I fought
fiercely to live independently at 87 but hopelessly collapsed like
an empty balloon in ill health. The love that touched me came from St
Mary’s Hospital, Home Health and my family. I cannot repay that
love, I can only say ‘Thank you’ for the beautiful love that lights
humanity. God lights this world with His love through you…thank
you…Anna Daisy Siemens.

clipping was placed inside a friend’s Bible and forwarded to me by
her daughter-in-law last week after my friend’s death.

When I
was a little girl, my bedroom had four windows, two to the South and
two to the West overlooking the backyard. One night as I lay down to
sleep, the back yard was filled with fears and images of war from the
current Life magazine. I was terrified. My Dad took my hand, and
with love, we walked outside to a peaceful backyard, a darkened
haven. Dad was my love-light. His strength became my strength. His
sureness became my peace. Now, when fear and uncertainty comes, I
place my hand in God’s hand and He strengthens me.

Now I
look at the news all about us, and I see what Mother saw in 1994 –
the turmoil of natural disasters, the ever-widening conflicts and
torture of people who are created by God throughout the world.
Senseless killings fueled by anger and revenge. And I ask, with
Mother, why? And I ask, when do we choose to turn on the love-light?

It is a
choice. It is from the heart. It is from us – me and you. Will each
of us learn to exchange the despair to hope; the anger to peace; the
criticism to encouragement; the hate to love; the sadness to joy; the
cruelty to gentleness; the corruption to truth; impatience to

No, not
alone, but we have help. We can choose to the King of Peace to hold
our hearts and walk with Him each day.

  • Hear
my cry for help, my King and my Go
for to you I pray. Psalm 5:2
  • But
you, LORD, do not be far from me. You are my strength; come quickly
to help me. Psalm 22:19
  • The
LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he
helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him.
Psalm 28:7
  • So
we say with confidence, “The Lord is my helper; I will not be
afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?” Hebrews 13:6
phrase, Love-Light, reminds me of the twinkling lights on a Christmas
tree as a child. The fascination with lights is so ingrained in us –
that man has invented a myriad ways of lighting places on earth.
When a light bulb burns out, it is such an inconvenience. When the
power goes off for any reason, we are helpless and struggle to know
what to do or how to stay warm or what to eat. Night lights give us
security and sure-footing in the night.
we have the Creator of Light, the real thing. And God said, “Let
there be lights in the vault of the sky to separate the day from the
night, and let them serve as signs to mark sacred times, and days and
Genesis 1:14.
Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, “I am the light of the
world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have
the light of life.

John 8:12
Jesus is
truly our Love-Light. His Love-Light pierces the darkness. When we
choose to believe in Jesus, He walks beside us. He keeps us from
stumbling in this dark world. He gives us His peace, not as the
world gives.
wrote in 30:17 – Night pierces my
bones; my gnawing pains never rest. In his great power God becomes
like clothing to me; he binds me like the neck of my garment.
phrase, ‘Night pierces my bones’,
a telling image of the terror of the night that invades our spirit.
When corruption, untruths, anger and the love of money rule our
hearts, we are caught in a dark world.
Timothy 6:11 –
you, man of God, flee from all this, and pursue righteousness,
godliness, faith, love, endurance and gentleness.

But you, man of God, flee from
all this, and pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, endurance
and gentleness. Revelation 1:8

I heard a new Christmas song that points to making a choice of whom
we will serve. The choice is ours. Will we settle for world’s
fleeting pleasures or will we choose Jesus and eternal life. A
child, in bewilderment asks, “Where is the Line to See Jesus?
The Line To See Jesus?
Is He here at the store?
If Christmas
time is His birthday,
Why don’t we see Him more?
Where’s the
line to see Jesus?
He was born for me.
Santa Claus brought me
But Christ gave His life for me.

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