Jesus said to his disciples, “Is a light brought in to be placed under a bushel basket or under a bed and not to be placed on a lampstand? For there is nothing hidden except to be made visible; nothing is secret except to come to light.”
(Mark 4:21-22)
Lord, only you know what my light is, for it belongs to you. You are the fire; I am only the wick. Yet you will me to be your lamp. If you shine through me, it is not for my sake but for your divine purpose. I cannot hide from you; neither will I obscure what graces you give me. Your light is Truth. Show me how to witness to it.
Do I try to keep secrets? What is there that I don’t want others to know? I am weak, indecisive, and dependent; yet I hesitate to ask others for help and advice. There is no truth in pride. It is just as much a lie, though, to pretend to be less than I am as to pretend to be more. If I were humble, I would not judge, compare, blame, or exult. I would simply get out of your way so that you could work through me. Please help me to forget myself, to lose myself in you.