I have a theory that our souls remember every kindness, injury, relationship, pain and Grace bestowed upon us by the actions and inactions of the Light in the souls of Others among us.
Months have gone by since the late morning, early one spring day, when a few words issued from my mouth allowed one teenage boy to regain his Light, after an intense outdoor domestic scene involving his cross and churlish mother.
Walking one of my regular routes to the coffeehouse to work, I see a teenage boy pop out of the same house. The boy is veritably skipping down the long flight of stairs from the front door toward the sidewalk ,where I am passing. From his perspective, the day looks to be a good one.
Almost past the house, I hear the boy shout out to me, “Hey! Are you having a good day?”
A blanket of tense, cogitative fog lifts from around my own dampened Light. Looking over my shoulder to meet his gaze, I give him a standard and socially acceptable reply, “Fine. Thank you for asking.”
Stopping his lank frame at the bottom of the steps, he calls out again, “I want you to have a good day. You need to have a good day.”
His command is a blessing. It is only then that I realize that this may be the same child of Light whom I tried to help one early spring day.
Walking on, I unearth the sacred space in my heart again, and I thank him silently, “And, you too, my friend. And, you too.”