Winter Light, Random Light

My friend David tells a story I’ll never forget:  One Sunday in early summer, he’d been struggling with a difficult decision during silent worship—at Friends Meeting at Cambridge.  Something came to him so he decided to test this something. “Give me a sign,” he prayed. And a beam of light shone directly on him! “So now I know that every June 21st, the sun shines directly onto the spot where I had been sitting that day,” David concludes. (And, BTW, the decision he’d made that morning turned out to be the right thing to do.)

Light happens.