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The Porch Light
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- Grace for All
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- Jul 17, 2026
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- 336
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Summary
Matthew 5:16 (NRSV) In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father in heaven. My brother and I used to spend whole summer days at my great-aunt Gladys' place in upper East Tennessee, gone from just after breakfast until the cowbell rang. She'd ring it from the porch when supper was ready, and the sound would carry up the holler however far we'd wandered. Gladys wasn't just an aunt who happened to have a huge house and what seemed like a million acres. My grandmother — my father's mother — died when he was a teenager, and her sister Gladys was the one who stepped into the gap, for him and eventually for all of us. Nobody required that of her. She just did it, summer after summer. We'd start back, cutting through brush and tree line, not always sure which direction the house actually was. But then we'd see the light. It wasn't some bare bulb over the screen door. There was a spotlight up there that could've guided a plane in. I was sure you could see it from the moon. Aunt Gladys wasn't standing under it, waving us home. She was probably back in the kitchen. The light was just on, doing its job at full power, and it did the same thing every single evening, whether we were five minutes out or forty. We'd catch that glow through the trees and know two things at once: which way to walk, and that someone was expecting us. Jesus says we're the light of the world, and then tells us what to do about it. It’s not complicated. Let it shine. Not a little. Not carefully. Aunt Gladys never once worried that her porch light was too much. We rarely worry that our own light is too bright. We worry it's not enough, or that someone might actually notice it. Like Aunt Gladys, Jesus doesn't share that worry. After tel…