By Lindsey Goodyear All rights reserved.
My day started off as a bad one today,
I tripped on a toy lying in the doorway.
I fell to the floor and it really hurt bad,
So I yelled really loudly for mom and Dad.
I could hear a giggle from across the hall,
My sister had seen me and my terrible fall.
But she didn’t feel badly and seemed quite amused,
All at once I was shaking and extremely short fused.
I lunged from my doorway in an angry blur,
And screamed out loud while I ran straight at her,
I balled up my fist and I swung at her arm,
She let out a yell like a fire alarm!
All of the sudden, we looked different, it seemed,
We had darkness where once we had light that had beamed.
My mom had come running and saw what was done,
Her face filled with anger, as I stood in a stun.
She screamed, “why must you always put up such a fight?!”
You’re making me crazy! Get out of my sight!!!”
And, boom! All at once, her light disappeared,
It was a rare side of her that we always had feared.
She stood in shock, her mouth open wide,
She tried to talk but instead she just cried.
She said she was sorry, clasped her hands, bowed her head,
“God, please forgive me for the words I have said.”
Immediately her light was its normal, bright, gleam,
We were all out of trouble, at least it would seem.
My dad then came in and we all had a chat,
My sister apologized right off the bat,
She meant it and I watched as her light came back on,
But I wouldn’t say sorry because she was who’s wrong.
And although I knew I was without a doubt right,
I was confused at why I didn’t see a return of my light.
We all loaded up in the car, off to church,
At the light I saw a man sitting beneath a birch,
He walked to our car and tapped on the glass,
My dad rolled his eyes, mom said, “don’t be crass.”
His sign had a message “help, down on my luck”
Dad barely cracked the window of our old Family truck.
“Don’t tap on my window, back up, you’re a slob,”
“I work hard for my money so go find a job!”
The man slumped his head and dads light went away,
With a tear in his eye he said “have a nice day.”
Dad started to drive then said “what’d I just do?!”
“Do unto others as you’d like done to you!”
Dad lowered his head and started to plea,
“God, help me help others as you have helped me.”
He opened the door and ran back to the man,
Gave a shake and few dollars right in his hand.
And all of the sudden, my dad’s light was back on,
I was still in the dark, though I’d done nothing wrong.
When he came back I asked why he did what he’d done,
He replied, “itʼs what God calls us to do, my son.”
“Before you react, think about what He’d do,”
“Be the light for others and stop thinking of just you.”
It all hit at once and I began to see,
My light wasn’t broken, what’s broken is me.
God calls upon us, to be like Him, be the light,
Mine wasn’t turning on ’cause I had to be right.
I turned to my sister and said I was wrong,
I shouldn’t have hit you, and been so headstrong.
She gave me a grin and whispered “I know”,
And all at once, my own light was a glow.
God gives us the tools to light the darkest of night,
Now tell me, like Him, can you be the light?
Lindsey Goodyear attends Messy Church at Community UMC in Huntington Beach, CA. After attending Messy Church with her husband and two sons, she joined the leadership team for her Messy Church. We are delighted that she has agreed to be a regular blogger for Messy Church USA. Please contact her for permission to republish Be the Light.