Have you ever noticed how light always needs something to live in? A candle needs wax, a flame needs a wick, a bulb needs a filament. Light never exists on its own—it always chooses a home. Without a vessel, the light cannot shine. In ancient times, people used simple clay lamps. The beauty of the lamp didn’t matter. Whether it was gold or clay, what mattered was that it was willing to hold the oil. And that’s how God looks at us. He’s not asking for perfection. He’s not aski

The other day, I went on my very first hike—at a place called Sloan Gorge Preserve in Woodstock. It’s a beautiful trail, carved between moss-covered rocks and old bluestone walls. The trees rise high above you, and at times it feels like stepping into another world—peaceful, ancient, almost sacred. I was alone, inexperienced, and honestly, a little nervous. At the beginning, I noticed small yellow trail markers painted on the trees, which became my guide. I learned quickly th

A Sunday School class went on a special trip to a grand cathedral. As they walked into that magnificent sanctuary, the children’s eyes were drawn to the towering stained glass windows. Each window told the story of saints—men and women who walked with God, and who lived lives of faith, sacrifice, and courage. The teacher turned to the class and asked, “Children, do you know who the saints are?” There was silence as those young minds pondered the question. Then, a little girl,