November 27

In Melbourne, I visited an old man nobody seemed to know existed. I saw his room; it was in a terrible state. I wanted to clean it, but he kept on saying: "I'm all right." I didn't say a word, yet in the end he allowed me to clean his room. There was in that room a beautiful lamp, covered for many years with dust. I asked him: Why do you not light the lamp? "For whom?" he said. "No one comes to me." I said: Will you light the lamp if a Sister comes to see you? He said: "Yes, if I hear a human voice, I will do it." The other day, he sent me word: "Tell my friend that the light she has lighted in my life is still burning." See what a little act can do?