The Candles

¨Well, that may be what you think,¨ said the candle on the far left....¨You may think we have to go, but I´m busy....I´m meditating on the importance of light. It´s really enlightening.¨...
¨And you other two,¨I asked, ¨are you going to stay in here as well?¨
A short, fat, purple candle with plump cheeks that reminded me of Santa Claus spoke up. ¨I´m waiting to get my life together. I´m not stable enough.¨
The last candle had a female voice, very pleasant to the ear. ¨I´d like to help,¨ she explained, ¨but lighting the darkness is not my gift....I´m a singer. I sing to other candles to encourage them to burn more brightly.¨
...She began a rendition of ¨This Little Light of Mine¨....The other three joined in, filling the storage room with singing....I took a step back and considered the absurdity of it all. Four perfectly healthy candles singing to each other about light but refusing to come out of the closet.

(From God Came Near by Max Lucado)

Here is a little excerpt that I read, and thought it was good. I have been like of those candles, I have a light, but have refused to give it to others. But thanks to God, that is changing. Can anyone guess what is the significance of that story? If someone doesn´t guess it, then I will post the answer later.