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Brighten the Corner

WILLISTON CROSSINGS RV RESORT
By Ritchie Hale 2010
from my camper window – a monthly column of Willison Crossings RV Resort Park

     The other night we had guests stay over at our camper.  Just as they were about to go to bed, we lost electrical power and were plunged into instant darkness.  Feeling my way around in the dark, I located the flashlight and with a joke told my guest to “Go, brighten the corner where you are.”  Later as I lay in my snug and warm bed, I reflected over those simple words.  My memory danced backward in time to a childhood song, “brighten the corner where you are, brighten the corner where you are.  Someone far from harbor you may guide across the bar, brighten the corner where you are.”

     When my son was sailing along the Miami shoreline, lights across the harbor were his friend lest he get caught on sand bars, or coral reefs.  When my nephew had cancer and he was fighting for his life, the slogan, “better to light a candle than to curse the darkness”, became a new truth for us to depend upon.

     Today the song of my memory from the lips of my mother more than 40 years ago seems applicable as we enter yet another new year.  “Brighten the corner, where you are.”

     St Francis of Assisi in the 12th Century said it like this:

 “Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy

O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive;  it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

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Lessons from a Play Land Date

                                                                                                    

At a fast food restaurant the other day, I watched several children playing on the indoor play-land.  The laughter and rowdy childhood commotion were all indicators that they were having a wonderful time.  Several years ago, my little three-year-old grandson was on a play-land inFulton,Kentucky, and he was NOT having a good time.  I was out on an adventure with him – just the two of us.  When he began to tug on my hand and drag me toward the enormous play-land, I knew he was going to have a huge adventure – I just didn’t now how big!  His eyes shone with excitement as he spied out all the wonders that were there just ahead of him.

            It wasn’t long before he was high into the many mazes and tunnels that the play land offered his adventurous spirit.  Suddenly from deep within the cavernous twists and turns, I heard his little far-away voice timidly calling out, “Nonna, I want you.”  Then began the crying, “Nonna, I WANT you!” 

            I was calling out to him directions to come to the window so I could direct him to an exit tunnel, but by then he was wailing out in utter panic, “Non-na, Nonna, Nonna!” Because of a back injury, I was physically unable to get to him other than to continue calling out to him comforting words – but he was hearing none of it. 

            About that time a young boy, about 10 or 11 years old came into the play area with his mother.  “Ma’am, do you mind if your son does a rescue for me?”  I instructed the boy to go find Connor, and to ignore his resistance.  Even if Connor might scream and carry on, he was to take his hand and pull him to the exit tunnel and give him a gentle push to begin his descent.  The boys’ eyes expressed apprehension, but his mother nodded that it would be okay.

            As the little boy approached my grandson, the screams of terror rose to a deafening level as he screamed out, “no, no, no, no, no, no!”  And then he emerged from the slide and fell into my awaiting arms of comfort!

            How like I am oft times in the adventure of life when I get caught up in the excitement and enticement of an adventure, only to discover that I have become lost in the midst of it. I feel paralyzed and unable to extract myself.  I am balled up in a corner wailing out my pain and fear.  Then suddenly, circumstances beyond my control push me…straight into the loving arms of my Good Shepherd.

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