Most of us have something.
A lesson that cost something to learn. An experience that changed how we see things. A way of doing something that works, quietly, without anyone knowing it works. Something we carry that could be useful to someone else if we ever decided to stop carrying it alone.
That Sunday morning, Matthew 5:14-16 put a question in front of me that I could not put back.
The lamp is not the problem. The light is real. The only question is whether it is under a basket or on a table.
The page you are looking at is where I honestly asked myself what I was keeping under mine. What I realised was that the writing, the thinking, the lessons from eleven years of private journals, none of it could help anyone sitting where it was.
A few weeks later, for the first time, I put it on the table.
You are reading what came out of it.