I lit a candle recently for a man I barely know. He has terminal cancer. Last night, my husband lit a candle for dear Grandma Batten, who passed on only nights ago. Catholics light candles in cathedrals. Jews light candles for the Sabbath.
Campers use flashlights to find their way on their travels.
Christians light candles on Christmas trees. Fancy restaurants have candles lit on fancy tables. All around the world, in all faiths, in all ways, we rely on the power of light. When my grandparents passed away, and each year on the anniversary of their deaths, my mother lights a special candle that burns for 24 hours to commemorate the ones we love. When God called for light, there was light.