Robert Louis Stevenson, author of Treasure Island, had a difficult childhood, due to ill health. One night the nurse found him up, out of bed, his nose pressed against the window. “Come here, child,” she said to him. “You’ll catch your death of cold.” But he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he sat, mesmerized, watching a lamplighter slowly working his way through the black night, lighting each street light along his route. Pointing to him, Robert said, “See, look there; there’s a man poking holes in the darkness!”
- from the sermon Poking Holes in the Darkness, by Kenneth L. Carter. Circuit Rider Magazine, Jan/Feb 2003, p. 27.
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