A little girl I know was fascinated by the beautiful floodlit church in her town near Oxford, England. One night when she passed by with her father, it was in total darkness. Astonished by this, she asked her father what had happened to the church. “Why, the lights have been turned off,” he replied. “Lights?” said the little one, “I thought it was lit by the glory of God!”
I love this story because it reminds me of how much church has been a beacon for me, lighting my way through life’s ups and downs.
In my formative years I regularly attended a Christian Science Sunday School. I found what I learned so very practical and useful in my everyday life. It surely was a guiding light on so many occasions when I needed a sense of direction and support.