Light bulbs in dark places

The world is filled with lost and dying souls.

But you won’t just find them in the usual and expected places – like the dark, mean streets of our cities or some distant, unexplored jungles, or tropical, remote islands.

If you want to see where these forlorn souls are living, just look in the cubicle right next to you. They are working alongside you under the florescent lights of your factory floor. They drink coffee with you and sit next to you at lunch.

The American workplace is literally filled with millions of the lost and dying. As motivated believers, we know that we need to reach out to these people. We need to live like cities on a hill, uncovering our lights so that all men may see. It is our obligation, our duty, and our joy to share God’s Good News. And so we desperately look for just the right moment , for the perfect time to use spirit-filled persuasion to save another hopeless individual to experience God’s grace. We rush head-long into battle hoping to save just one soul from the clutches of the evil one.

But when the moment arrives, when we are presented with that perfect opportunity to shine our light as a witness for Christ, nothing happens. Something is wrong. The light bulb is burned out. Our outer bulb appears fine and there is electricity running through us but our inner filament is broken, rendering us useless and unable to provide the light that is in such critically short supply in our world.

Why are we so short on light? Your thoughts?