As many stood in line to read the very large book that told how to properly enter the holy city described by the ancient prophets and prepared for by the sacred rituals, an unlearned young girl heard a quiet whisper within and, going there, saw something like unto a porch light shining within that seemed to be illuminating the path into the city. There, as if at an altar, she found she was sitting at the feet of the master, who said:  "To have seen this light is the beginning of love. Go and tell all you meet."

She ran forth, telling all she met that she had seen the master, completely forgetting his instruction to tell of the light placed within that illuminated the path into the city.  Later, she remembered and wept at the thought that some might become lost.

She went within and again found this light and the master still there. She beged his forgiveness and began to explain. He held her close and she realized that she was guiltless forever in the master's arms, just as she was, without one plea.

As the master pointed toward the light, she too looked and saw it was not merely a porch light; but was a gentle star, a knowingness that flowed forth from the city. As she looked into the light, her heart opened and all the things that had meant pain vanished, for in that instant, she saw herself as if in a celestial mirror, perfect and radiant. She saw that this star of love was the knowing of her own being, a holy spirit indeed, and a rare gift...a joy beyond words. This time, she ran forth telling of the light people could find within...and how the master had lovingly helped her to understand the salvation he had brought to her door.

An old man, sitting in the dark, who had, in days gone by, been a well studied religious man, listened quietly, thinking at first to teach her his hard-wrought complexities of wisdom on the matter. But an old scripture flashed through his mind, "Behold, I stand at the door and knock...if any(one) hear my voice and open the door, I will come in...to (them)...and (share) with them." His mind remembered another scene in this life so beautifully described in his beloved books, where this same master who had promised to stand at the door and knock, had also ascended up into heaven. When he left this realm, he had stated he was leaving the people with a comforter. How wondrous a story that this comforter could be a (living) light given to each one to light the way into the holy city. And, once again (as promised), this same master was there at the gate to the city, the personal door of each one as they came...and touched their hearts with understanding, so that they might enter in. So humble, this master that did not call for worshipping followers; but, instead, knew the hearts of those who came and held them close, calmed their fearful hearts, and showed them the love-light that shined forth from the kingdom of peace, where his father and many others awaited the arrivals of these weary travelers. This time, there was room at the inn. The old man wept with joy, closed his eyes, and watched ever so carefully for the porch light.