Stories of the lower lights

I am preparing to give a talk to the men’s group I meet with each week, twenty guys from many walks of life, variously still active, though all have “seen better days,” as the somewhat euphemistic phrase says.  There are many personal stories there, intriguing stuff that I wish more would share, although I know that few of these stories will be heard by me, or even sometimes by their families.  The lower lights rarely speak of their accomplishments or share their most important experiences.  It isn’t always easy to open up about oneself, and in some sense it’s risky.

I was into my forties before I started to discover in detail what the lower lights of the older generations in my family were about.  Before that time I was too busy struggling to make it in my own life, raising my own family,  and developing a view of the things of life. And the older people didn’t talk much about themselves or what they had been through. Once I met a woman from Europe who said she knew about my family from a documentary she had seen on Dutch television.  I have to admit that I politely brushed off her “mistake” — it must have been some other family with a similar name since all of us were lower lights.  It was at least a decade later before I started to investigate the story.

There’s a song that has been recorded many times by various artists, an old Philip Bliss tune that’s called “Let the lower lights be burning,” referring to the many smaller beacons that mark the shores for sailors out in dark waters.  These were collectively as important as the tall and more renowned lighthouses.  Because of GPS systems and other modern navigational aids, the lower lights are fewer as time goes on, and not many people even know about them.  I’m like most ordinary humans in that I don’t have many people who have taken the time to know me accurately.  That’s sort of OK, I don’t need a lot of people to really know me … half-a-dozen will do, and I will just have to let the rest think what they may.

Still, I enjoy hearing about the lower lights who, when I find out a bit of their story, often turn out to be quite extraordinary in some ways.  They do the best they can while facing long and tough situations, and together they have a storehouse of knowledge and achievement that would fill a library if it was recorded somewhere.  More traditional societies sat around in the evening and told stories about the elders and the wisdom or songs they had to share.  My ancestors have all long since been called home and I can no longer hope to have such discussions with them.  Oh yes, I realize that I might disagree with some of the things they would have to say, but I don’t think I would argue.  There would be enough intriguing information and useful insights to encourage me in my own walk through life, if they were willing to talk.

“Aye, there’s the rub,” as Shakespeare would say.  Typically, ordinary people have to be asked specific questions to help them overcome their reluctance to open up, and even then some of them will tell you to ask someone else.  But I think almost all of them will quietly be glad to have been asked, and it may lead them to share a bit of themselves at another time.  I’ll keep trying to open the conversation, and I will thank them for sharing, no matter how tentative or how few their words may have been.

 

2 thoughts on “Stories of the lower lights

  1. vincenttherev

    Thought-provoking as usual, Case. You remind me of what Mother Teresa said, “If you want to build the Kingdom of God, go home and love your family.” The daily work of the Kingdom is not anything spectacular, but quiet, steady, faithful relationship-keeping.

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  2. Alta MacFie

    I wonder why it is that we don’t think to ask the questions of our elders that would encourage them to open up while they are still with us. I suspect it has to do with our maturity. As we age our perspective changes. The questions I would like to ask of them now are as a result of my own accumulated life experiences.

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