A man had a little daughter -- an only and much-beloved child. He lived
for her -- she was his life. So when shem became ill and her illness resisted
the efforts of them best obtainable physicians, he became like a man possessed,
moving heaven and earth to bring about her restoration to health. His
best efforts proved unavailing and the child died.
The father was totally irreconcilable. He became a bitter recluse, shutting
himself away from his many friends and refusing every activity that might
restore his poise and bring him back to his normal self. But one night
he had a dream. He was in Heaven, and was witnessing a grand pageant of
all the little child angels. They were marching in an apparently endless
line past the Great White Throne.
Every white-robed angelic child carried a candle. He noticed that one
child's candle was
not lighted. Then he saw that the child with the dark candle was his own
little girl. Rushing to her, while the pageant faltered, he seized her
in his arms, caressed her tenderly, and then asked: "How
is it, darling that your candle alone is unlighted? "Father,
they often re-light it, but your tears always put it out." Just
then he awoke from his dream.
The lesson was crystal clear, and its effects were immediate. From that
hour on he was not a recluse, but mingled freely and cheerfully with his
former friends and associates. No longer would his darling's candle be
extinguished by his useless tears.
"For You have delivered my soul from death. Have you not kept my feet
from falling, That I may walk before God In the LIGHT of the living?"
(Psalms 56:13NKJ) Jesus