First Lesson Sermons For Sundays After Pentecost
When I was a child I was fussy about one thing at bedtime. The door to my room had to be propped open just the right amount of space. As I recall, it was about three inches. If it was more than that, the room was too bright with light from the living room. If it were less, I would be afraid because it was too dark. And if the door was shut I couldn't hear the sound of my parents' voices. The sound of their voices and the little sliver of light made me feel safe. The only time I ever shut the door was when my parents were fighting, which wasn't often, thank goodness.