by Kimberly B. Southall
"Oh, honey! I told you not to leave crayons in the car," I admonished our son. The box of 16 crayons had melted all over the interior of the plastic lap desk in the summer heat. The result was a brownish mass of wax.
A couple of days later when I set myself to the task of scraping the hardened wax off of the plastic lap desk, I began by prying the cardboard crayon box loose. Curiosity made me study the once melted but now hardened wax. Just an indescribable murky color existed. All the pretty, individual colors were gone. Then I turned the crayon box over and made a fascinating discovery. One crayon hadn't become indistinguishable like the others. On the back of the crayon box, there was an unmistakable large blob of the white crayon. It had melted alright, but it stood alone as the one crayon which could be identified. Interesting, huh?
As I gave more thought to the uniqueness of that single crayon, a passage of scripture popped into my mind which gave me pause for thought:
You are the light of theAm I like the white crayon when heat is applied? Would others know I'm a Christian by my behavior in times of stress? Or would I be better compared to all of the other crayons which melted into an undistinguishable murky-looking mess? What about you, fellow Christian? We all will have trials and times of stress when the heat is turned on us. Do we let our lights shine before others for God's glory? Remember the melted crayons.
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