A man had a little daughter-an only and
much-beloved child. He lived for her ~ she was
his life. So when she became ill and her illness
resisted the efforts of the best obtainable
physicians, he became like a man possessed,
moving heaven and earth to bring about her
restoration to health.
His best efforts proved unavailing and the child
died. The father was totally irreconcilable. He
became a bitter recluse, shutting himself away
from his many friends and refusing every activity
that might restore his poise and bring him back
to his normal self. But one night he had a dream.
He was in Heaven, and was witnessing a grand
pageant of all the little child angels. They were
marching in an apparently endless line past the
Great White Throne. Every white-robed angelic tot
carried a candle. He noticed that one child's
candle was not lighted. Then he saw that the
child with the dark candle was his own little
girl. Rushing to her, while the pageant faltered,
he seized her in his arms, caressed her tenderly,
and then asked: "How is it, darling that
your candle alone is unlighted? "Father,
they often relight it, but your tears always put
Just then he awoke from his dream. The lesson was
crystal clear, and its effects were immediate.
From that hour on he was not a recluse, but
mingled freely and cheerfully with his former
friends and associates. No longer would his
little darling's candle be extinguished by his
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