Many years ago, I used to hang out with a little two-year-old boy called Ben. One sunny morning, as we were putzing around in the back yard, he got curious about his dad’s tool shed. So I took him by the hand, and together, we cautiously, we pushed the door open. The first thing we saw was a dusty table, and on it, a rusty old flash light.
“Wazzat?” Ben demanded.
“It’s a flashlight,” I explained.
To my surprise, it worked. Crouching down, I showed Ben how by pushing the button in one direction or the other, one could turn the light on or off. Ben’s eyes lit up―he loved anything with buttons.
Published in New Spirit Journal, Jan 2014