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Before conducting them into dark catacombs, or caverns, the guides put lamps into the tourists’ hands. The pale beams may seem useless while they walk in the full blaze of noonday; but when they enter the darkness of the cave, the splendor of daylight quickly fades out, and then the lamp’s flame begins to shine brightly, and the visitors soon see how valuable their lamps are and how necessary. Without them they would be lost in the thick gloom and in the inextricable mazes.
We are wise if we get into our hearts in the days of brightness the lamps of promise and of comfort. Then when grief or trial comes, and the sun of earthly joy goes down, these hidden lights will shine like the stars that come out in the sky when the day is over. We are wise is we take whatever lamps of gladness God puts into our hands as we go along through the sunny ways. We may not see their need at the time, but tomorrow these may be the only lights we shall have to guide us in safety through ways of peril or death.