Walking towards the light
In times of trouble I have often been told that “there is light at the end of the tunnel” but when it was my first tunnel it was hard to believe. Each tunnel you get through is a lesson for the next so remember the first and the last and the next one to come because there is always a light to show you the way!
The greatest lessons are in the things we most want to forget. So, to learn and grow, the best place to start is by remembering the dark times you most want to forget. Look back and remember how you got through to find the light at the end of the tunnel. Remember how the world has got through the horrors of war; how you have found your way through the darkness of grief and despair so together we can know there is light at the end of the Covid tunnel.
I am inspired by the story of Joe Biden whose wife, Neilia, was killed in a car crash with their baby girl, Naomi, soon after he was elected to the Senate in 1972 and five years ago his son, Beau died of brain cancer aged 46. He knows the tunnel of grief, but also the darkness of waiting and not losing faith which has been rewarded after 30 years of trying to achieve a dream. He is an example of how the light can be found at the end of our tunnel however old we may be! Being older probably means we have been through a few tunnels so remember how you’ve done it before, and you can do it again.
If you can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel stop, and look again, because it will be there. It just depends how close to the end of the tunnel you are as to how big the light will seem. When the tunnel is long the light is distant and small so keep travelling in faith until the light becomes bigger and brighter. Our tunnels can sometimes seem very long and the light but a pin prick in the distance. If only we could turn round to the light we left behind, but we can’t. There is no turning back, moving forward is the only option until the light shines through the darkness from the end of the tunnel.
Other people can be a light for us in the darkness so by remembering their stories we are encouraged to reach the end of the tunnel. When you’re stuck in a tunnel remember the names, the voices and faces of people whose lives can inspire you to walk in their light. It can be a neighbour or a stranger; a doctor or a soldier; someone older or younger, but there is no tunnel without a light at the end! I must add, though, that life can be one tunnel after the other so never forget how you got through the first and the second and the many that followed. REMEMBERING is what helps see the light at the end of the tunnel!
We can’t go back to the light we left behind only to the light ahead of us at the end of the tunnel — and it’s there to be reached!
Our neighbours came to their doorsteps yesterday so we could be united in our Remembrance with people at the War Memorial in a service led by Shellie. Even people who walked past the Church to share in their remembrance at the War Memorial commented on our display and appreciated what we were doing: