The following is a ectract from “Mother Teresa – Come Be My Light”

I I will never forget the first time I came to Bourke and visited the sisters. we went to the outskirts of Bourke.  There was a big reserve where all the Aborigines we’re living in those little small shacks made of tin and old Cardboard and so on.  Then I entered one of those little rooms.  I called it a house but it’s only one room and inside the room everything.  So, I told the man living, there ‘please allow me to make your bed, to wash your clothes, to clean your room.’  And he kept on saying, ‘I’m alright, I’m alright.’  And I said to him, ‘but you will be more alright if you allow me to do it.’  Then at the end he allowed me.  He allowed in such a way that at the end, he pulled out of his pocket an old envelope, and one more envelope, and one more envelope. He started opening one after the other, and right inside there was a little photograph of his father and he gave it me to look at.  I looked at the photo and I looked at him and I said, ‘you, you are so like your father.’  He was so overjoyed that I could see the resemblance of his father on his face.  I blessed the picture and I gave it back to him, and again one envelope, second envelope, third envelope, and the photo went back again in the pocket near his heart.  After I cleaned the room I found in the corner of the room a big lamp full of dirt and I said, ‘don’t you like this lamp such a beautiful lamp. Don’t you light it?’  He replied ‘for whom? Months and months and months nobody has ever come to me. For whom will I light it?’  So I said ‘Won’t you light it if the sisters come to you?’ And he said ‘Yes.’  So, the sisters started going to him for only about 5 to 10 minutes a day, but they started lighting the lamp. After some time he got into the habit of lighting.  Slowly, slowly, slowly, the sister stopped going to him. But they used to go in the morning to see him. Then I forgot completely about that and then after two years he sent word – ‘Tell mother, my friend, the light she lit in my life is still burning.’

Are you/I lighting any lights?