Dear Diary,
On our walk home from Church this morning, Sister Mary Claire told me more about today’s Gospel. Jesus said that no one lights a lamp and then hides it under a bed, but puts it on a stand so that others may see the light. Sister said it means our faith isn’t something to be kept secret—it’s supposed to shine out, to help guide others.
Then she spoke about Mr. Donnelly, whose memorial service was just yesterday. She said he lived this Gospel better than anyone. He didn’t just keep his faith tucked quietly away—he shouted it out, almost like he was yelling it from the rooftops, so the whole world would know. Sometimes people laughed at him for being so bold, but Sister said that’s exactly what Jesus wanted: for us to let His light show, not hide it.
I thought about how Mr. Donnelly always shook everyone’s hand at the church door, and how he read the Scriptures so strong and clear that it felt like he was talking right to you. His lamp was never hidden, and because of that, so many of us could see the light of Jesus better.
The creek beside us made its steady song, and Mini trotted along happily, her ears flopping with every step. Sister said softly, “Kathy, that’s how you and I should live, too—never hiding the light God gives us, but letting it shine so others may see.” I held on to that thought as the sun lit up the road ahead, and I prayed I could be just a little bit like Mr. Donnelly—bright and brave in faith.
Evening Prayer:
Dear Jesus, thank You for giving us the gift of faith. Help me not to hide it but to share it, like Mr. Donnelly did, so that Your light may shine through me.
Love,
Kathy
On our walk home from Church this morning, Sister Mary Claire told me more about today’s Gospel. Jesus said that no one lights a lamp and then hides it under a bed, but puts it on a stand so that others may see the light. Sister said it means our faith isn’t something to be kept secret—it’s supposed to shine out, to help guide others.
Then she spoke about Mr. Donnelly, whose memorial service was just yesterday. She said he lived this Gospel better than anyone. He didn’t just keep his faith tucked quietly away—he shouted it out, almost like he was yelling it from the rooftops, so the whole world would know. Sometimes people laughed at him for being so bold, but Sister said that’s exactly what Jesus wanted: for us to let His light show, not hide it.
I thought about how Mr. Donnelly always shook everyone’s hand at the church door, and how he read the Scriptures so strong and clear that it felt like he was talking right to you. His lamp was never hidden, and because of that, so many of us could see the light of Jesus better.
The creek beside us made its steady song, and Mini trotted along happily, her ears flopping with every step. Sister said softly, “Kathy, that’s how you and I should live, too—never hiding the light God gives us, but letting it shine so others may see.” I held on to that thought as the sun lit up the road ahead, and I prayed I could be just a little bit like Mr. Donnelly—bright and brave in faith.
Evening Prayer:
Dear Jesus, thank You for giving us the gift of faith. Help me not to hide it but to share it, like Mr. Donnelly did, so that Your light may shine through me.
Love,
Kathy
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