Tuesday, October 8, 2018
It is a warm afternoon in Maine (around 75 degrees). I've just enjoyed a steamed lobster for lunch. I found a fish market very near our camping area (almost within walking distance) where they will gladly steam the lobster of your choice or prepare a special seafood sandwich for you to take home. The lobster and the lobster roll sandwich we brought back to the campground with us was rated a Number 10! Tomorrow we'll return to the same fish market for a take-out clam chowder lunch.
Earlier in the day we drove to Cape Elizabeth and Portland Head where we took a little time to sit on the rocky beach and watch the Atlanta Ocean roll in. The power of the ocean is an awesome thing to behold. We saw an old lighthouse out in the sea, apparently on some rocky island, that once (and perhaps still does) give warning to those "in peril on the sea." The hymn, "Let the Lower Lights Be Burning," began to "word" itself within my mind. "Brightly beams our Father's mercy from his lighthouse evermore. But to us, He gives the keeping of the lights along the shore. Let the lower lights be burning, send a gleam across the wave. Some poor fainting struggling seaman, you may rescue you may save."
I wonder if we can keep the lights aglow on the shores of our America? To us, God gives the keeping of the lights along these shores--it is not somebody else out there who has the responsibility--it is each of us who are to keep the lights of hope beaming. If the lighthouses (you and me) that shine for community, brother and sisterhood, gentleness, caring across all the supposed barriers of race, culture and creed (yes, even the light of the Father's mercy) fail--the world will turn dark. The shadows are even now enveloping us in more ways than I can say. Let the lower lights be burning!
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