I have two sources of light in my bedroom. Minus the light the switch turns on. These two sources of light, both coming from lamps, carry a 40 watt, 120 volt bulb. Both bulbs, one in a desk lamp and the other in a bedside lamp, have a different shape and size.
This evening I realized both bulbs were burnt out. What a strange thing I thought this was. I didn’t realize this was the case until I tried to turn each of them on. To make sure I wasn’t being fooled, I checked twice to make sure the problem was in the bulb. They were both plugged in, turned on, and screwed in correctly.
One I was able to change. There is light shining beside my bed tonight. The other has yet to be replaced. Those 40 watts are lighting this entire room.
In a couple weeks I’ll be on I-90 once again, trekking across the country in my trusty companion of an automobile. This will be her third time. I’ve lost count of my own travels across this country. I look forward to the trip. The end that awaits will be much more welcoming than it was last fall. This time it will be my house, with my room, and my bed. They will be my friends, my church, and my professors. There will be open arms, smiles just for me, and plenty of audible happiness. The missing will cease, and the distance will drop from 1,929 to 0.
There, there will be a different lamp beside my bed. But it will produce just as much light. And it will light up that entire room.
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