Held in the Dark
I heard a sermon in which the preacher included a story about his young daughter who recently began to walk and spoke only a few words. She’d just learned to close doors and was bent to close each one in the house. But she hadn’t yet learned to open them. The father was sitting on the couch and listening to the pitter-patter of her little feet. He knew where she was heading. Through the kitchen and to the interior laundry room where he knew there was no window. There she went straight into the laundry room and tested her new door-closing skills. Except, when she closed this door, suddenly she was shut inside a strange room in the dark and didn’t know how to get out. Of course the father followed her and before he rescued her, he heard quietly from the other side of the door: “ Dada…? ” It was one of her first learned words, and the way she said it could be summarized by her father as: Dad, are you still there? I got myself stuck. I’m in the dark, and I’m alone. Please help. But she wa...