Some 40 plus years ago I was shopping at Town East Mall in Wichita, Kansas. By the time I was ready to leave it was dark outside. I noticed there were so many lights in the parking areas and even down Kellogg Street it looked like it was still daylight and very busy. There were lots of strip malls and businesses in that area of town.
I got to the car, loaded my purchases in the back, got situated and ready to head toward home. There was a lot of traffic. Now and then I saw drivers blink their lights or heard a honk. I wondered who and why they were doing that. I didn’t recognize any of the cars and figured they were signaling someone in one of the other lanes of traffic.
I usually traveled on to Broadway Street before turning south to Haysville, where we lived, but was acquainted with Rock Road, a lot closer, less traffic and a bit of a shortcut. I signaled and turned as opportunity allowed. WHOOH! No lights, no traffic, no moonlight and I couldn’t see a thing. I was shocked. Fear whooshed through me as I instinctively wondered what was going on. Where was I? It momentarily felt like the Twilight Zone. It didn’t take but the next instant to realize I had forgotten to turn my lights on. I quickly slowed down, found the switch and “wallah,” I could see the road again.
For the rest of the journey home, the Lord filled my thoughts with the following message, “It is possible, spiritually, to walk so much by the light of those around you that you don’t realize your own lights have become dim, or are not on at all.” These are the the first words I heard deep inside as I continued driving toward home.