My office has four lights. Three of them are lit.
Our dining room has eight light bulbs in one fixture. Five are lit.
Our kitchen has seven light bulbs. All of them are lit. But it hasn’t always been so. I just replaced six of them last week. They never all go out at once. They go out one at a time.
I even had a friend walk in and say, “How do you see in here?”
It doesn’t get all dark at once. It just gets dimmer and dimmer until you can’t see any more. When I went to change the light bulbs in the kitchen, I had to use a flashlight to even find the sockets. Crazy.
I think it would be better to keep up changing bulbs. They only go out one at a time, after all. It can’t be that difficult. We have a whole shelf full of light bulbs. All I have to do is unwrap them, unscrew the old one and screw a new one in its place. Then we have light.
I have noticed that it is easy for me to get progressively dim as well. First one bulb, then another, then another. Before long, it is dark. It happens so easily.
First, I ignore the sunrise. Then I don’t smell the dew. Next I am not amazed by Mt. Hood. I don’t notice the breath given to me. I read the Gospels and don’t see good news. I hear my children and don’t give thanks. Before long, I rush through the day without even acknowledging God.
It comes Sunday and I am quite dim. The sad thing is, I didn’t even notice myself dimming.
The solution is simple. I just take a few of the dead bulbs out and screw in the lit ones. It is not that tough to keep up with them. I just have to do it.
It is truly amazing what a difference a few bulbs make. I really love light. I can’t believe I don’t notice the darkness creeping in.