The Old Lamp
A lamp once hung in an ancien town
At the corner of a street,
Where the wind was keen, and the way was dark,
And the rain would often beat;
And all night long, its light would shine
To guid the traveler's feet.
The lamp was rough and plain and old,
And the storm had beatenit sore;
'Twas not a thing one would care to show,
Whate'er it been before,
But no one thought what the lantern was,
'Twas the light that, within, it bore.
The lamp is a text for young and old,
Who seek in a world of pride
To shine for their Lord and to show him forth,
And never their light to hide;
You are the lantern,
But Christ is the light inside.
The Black Balloon
On the streets of New York City a balloon salesman knew how to attract a crowd. Before making his first sale, he took a white balloon, filled it with helium gas and it floated into the air on the sring. Next, he inflated a red balloon and then a yellow one. As children gathered around to buy his wares, a little black boy looked up at the balloons and eventually asked, "Mister, if you filled a black balloon, would it go up, too?" The man bent down and looked the boy in the eyes and said, "Of course. It's not the color of the balloon; it's what's inside that makes it rise."
The green paper.
Tuesday: Day of Teaching
Today I will let my light shine and let others come to know Christ through my actions.
The egg.
Tuesday: Day of Teaching
Jesus teaches in the temple and on the Mount of Olives.
Read: Matthew 25
Thought: If we take the teachings of the Savior into our hearts, we will be filled with light and become like him.
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