The Electrician by liwenting


									                                  The Electrician

The room was cold, dark, and damp, but it had become my friend, for I had lived
there ever since I remembered. Heavy blankets of isolation, lonliness, and fear
insulated and protected me from the outside world. But, one day, there was a
knock at the door...My heart froze...yet everything in me told me that he had
come, but the darkness swallowed my muffled cries.

   Once again, he knocked... "O Lord, Come in!" The door opened and there
stood the electrician.

    He wore radiant white overalls and a hat and around his waist was a large
leather workmans belt, with various tools, wires, and light bulbs of different sizes
dangling from it. He tipped his hat and with a softness in his eyes, came in with a
large ladder into the middle of the dark room.

    He then proceeded to climb upon the ladder and insert a small 25 watt bulb
into the bare socket hanging from the ceiling. He came down and folded up the
ladder and left.

I crawled into the middle of the soft warm light and fell asleep. The healing light
began to restore and strengthen me. Hours later I woke and began to walk
around the circumferance of the light.

    And then, I noticed a shovel, lying in the midst of the debris, so I went
and picked it up and began to clean the area. It took days, a tremendous amount
of work, but finally, it was clean and then as the days followed, I would find
myself lying on my back just staring at the bare light bulb on the ceiling and just
loving the light. It had become my friend and comforted me.

    Then, one day, there was a knock again on the door and I knew it was him. I
ran to the door and opened it and once again, it was the electrician. He smiled at
me as he came in, and I knew that he was pleased with what he saw, He carried
in his ladder and put it in the middle of the room, walked up to it, took out a 75
watt light bulb. Instantly the light in the room increased.

    And for the first time, I noticed a chair and a couch. I quickly began to
discover my new found space, as the electrician folded up his ladder and left. I
loved the light... I loved everything about the room...except... and then I noticed
piles of garbage and dirt hidden everywhere. And then, as I began to size up the
situation, I saw a greasy film over everything, and piles of old books, records,
and souveniers were scattered everywhere.

   I felt overwhelmed and nauseated as the painful memories of my dark and
ugly soul stabbed at my heart.
    I had such an insatiable apetite for things and more things, but it never filled
me. Only the light from the electrician filled that void now. I knew that all of this
clutter had to go, so I rolled up my sleeves and over the next several months,
began to shovel, sweep and polish. Finally, for the first time in my life, I felt that
I had a home that was mine.

   How strange it was, because I had looked everywhere for it and to have had it
inside all along amazed me... but then, I had never had the light before.

   Then, one day, there was a knock at the door. It sounded very similar to the
electrician, but I knew it wasn't. I opened it and people who were lovers of the
light had come to visit me.

   They loved my home and often came to visit. Then, one afternoon as we
were all sitting around talking and sharing about all the wonderful things the
electrician had done for us. I heard a knock at my door, and opened it a crack. It
was him and he held a large 300 watt light bulb in his hand.

     My heart screamed in silence, not now...No Lord...No you can't...everyone
will be watching... I don't want anymore light today...not with everyone here... I
don't know what it will reveal. I heard the people in my home laughing and
talking in the living room.

   The Lord gently took my hand and led me out of the room into a dimly lit
hallway with many doors. He told me to open those I would like...Cautiously, I
opened the first door and was shocked as a cold evil wind rushed out of the
darkened door. I quickly shut it, as it took my breath away.

    The next door I opened, blinded me with a brilliant light bulb. I saw glimses of
radiant people walking around and their laughter was like music to my soul. The
light was too bright and hurt my eyes, but I knew I had seen some of the glory of
the light.

    The last door I came to had a 25 watt light bulb in it. I recognized it, for I too
had had it, but I was shocked at how dim the light was. I knew I would never be
satisfied with that again and couldn't go back. I was beginning to understand that
I had already gone too far into the light...

   The electrician looked at me with his tender eyes of love and said, "Everyone
has to make the choice of how much of the light they want, but there is always a

     "O, Lord," I responded, "I can never turn back now, even if everyone leaves
me" So, I invited him into my house. Few noticed he was even there, for they
were so busy among themselves. He put up his ladder as usual, in the middle of
the room and took out the large 300 watt light bulb and screwed it in. As soon as
the light came on it increased the room and tripled in size...There was another
couch, chair, and now a dining room. Just as I feared garbage and dirt was piled
in the once darkened corners.

    Everyone responded in different ways. Many of the people were shocked at
the condition of the house and left. But a few stayed and began to grab brooms,
shovels, and mops and began to help clean the debris. I couldn't believe that
they understood and that they accepted and loved me as I was.

   The electrician came over and embraced me and said, "My child, the ones
that are saying, living in the homes that have even greater light than you do...
They also had others help them clean their homes, and still do. This is part of
the healing process. Many times things have to be cleaned out that are too
heavy for one person to carry out or there will be a stain and another person will
know the solution. I made you all to help heal and restore each other.

   And then, I noticed that around everyones waist was a workmans belt with
wires and light bulbs dangling from it... As they helped me restore the room, they
would put light bulbs into the mended lamps and the light grew and grew.

   The electrician then said to me, "Dear one... There are still many rooms in
your house that I want to bring my light, will you let me?"

  "O, yes, Lord" as my heart melted in surrender.

    And then, he fastened a workmans belt around my waste and said, "You will
also help to bring light, not only into your own home, but also help to light others
lives and hearts.


                                                 by Master Potter

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