• Wednesday Words

    The Wise Took Oil in Jars with Their Lamps

    by Heather Bock My mom used to have an oil lamp in our house, one that had a long¬†wick dangling down into its depths. The oil would slowly make its climb up the thin rope ladder, and when my mom struck a match to the top, it would produce its steady glow as it continually fed on the fuel of the oil. I was intrigued by this unique candle, the oil replacing the melted-wax fuel of the modern¬†candle. Jesus said, “You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden; nor does anyone light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on…