There are little lights everywhere.

I used to believe that the Church was the light of the world.

A beacon of hope to a lost and dying world.

I don’t believe that anymore, because I left the Church once. I slammed the door behind me and braced myself for the darkness. But when I stepped outside I saw light. I saw light everywhere like stars in a country sky.

I’m glad I no longer believe that the Church is the last hope for a world lost in darkness.

The Church can be so stingy with its light.