Around 4 a.m. each morning the old man of the house would get out of bed to pray. Proceeding down the hall to the dining room he would flip the switch lighting the tiny Christmas tree sitting on the ledge of the big bay window that faced the street.  Their’s was one of many modest houses along the road.  It just so happened that the tiny tree was the only recognition of Christmas on display and lit up at that hour of the morning.  While there were a few much more elaborate decorations on the houses along the road, they remained unlit in the early morning hours.
    The lady of the house being a much more frugal person would say, “Henry, why do you turn the electricity to that tree on at such an early hour?”  Then she would add, “No-one sees it.”  He would answer, “Wrong on all counts, my dear.  God sees the little tree.  He and Jesus, and the Holy Spirit see the the tree’s lights along with those early predawn risers that live in the tenement houses down at the far end of the road making their way to the bus stop and on to a day’s work at various jobs.  But, most important,the few bums living in the hobo jungle next to the railroad track would certainly see the tree as they made their way to the bus stop in hopes of spunging a little change for a jug or a fix to begin their day.”  “We’ll never know,” he’d say “who may be inspired by the lights on the tiny tree.”

    After a bowl of porridge, the old man would return to his bed, his soul comforted by the prayer and his belly warmed by the porridge, he would slip back into slumber.

     The lady of the house would turn off the lights on the little tree.  Each morning she did this, the old man of the house would be awakened by a crying sound as that of a little child in distress.  Getting out of bed, he would listen intently for the sound of the crying that seemed to come from the dining room where the tiny tree was.  As soon as he turned the tree lights back on, the crying stopped.  He shook his head and smiled.  Had his imagination run away with him?  Was he dreaming?  Only God and His angels will ever know what effect the lights on a tiny Christmas tree will have on a few weary people at the beginning of an early morning.  And only eternity will tell of the effect of Our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ on so many souls. 


Listen in Monday, September 26th to 93.3 FM WRFR at 11 a.m. to 12 noon to:THE ANCHOR HOLDS a Christian radio broadcast serving Rockland, Camden, and Midcoast Maine hosted by Pastor Peter Scheff where Pastor Dan Lightsey will be the featured guest. The program can be accessed on

The Lightseys will also be guests on Tapping Into His Treasures, a TV show produced and hosted by BJ Peres, Christian author. This show currently airs on public television in Maine, Massachusetts, and Connecticut.  The time schedule for the TV show will be posted at a later date, but a video will be available on YouTube during the last week of September.

A Recent E-mail/Thank you so very much

Hey Pastor: Just finished the book & it was excellent, very touching & sound & actually inspiring.

On Sunday, in church, I read some excerpts of the testimonies. We’d like to start some meetings here as soon as we can secure a place.  Thanks so much for being available & led by God in this cutting edge line ministry.

I would really love to reach this precious segment in our part of the world.  Thanks also for the kind gift of the book which will in the future be in our Bible College here in Kitwe, Zambia.

We love you,
P. Adam & Melinda


     The second principle in the Grace Overcomer’s book is the faith principle; that of belief.  Essentially it is a simple, yet systematic application of personal faith; personal faith based on sound Bible doctrine.  Why is this important for the person struggling with an addiction, or besetting sin problem?  We are saved by grace, through faith, not of works (Eph. 2:8-9).  Many times we attempt to overcome our problems in the energy of our flesh, or by good works.  While good works always follow salvation by grace, they are brought about by the indwelling Holy Spirit who constrains us by love (2Cor. 5:14).  That love is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Spirit that brings about patience.  Faith causes us to be justified,, hope causes us to rejoice in God’s glory and be not ashamed.  God’s love causes us to have peace, an inner peace that passes understanding (Rom. 5:1-5).

     Satan panders to our fallen nature (our flesh) which lusts against the spirit, and the spirit against the flesh so that we cannot do the things that we would such as stay clean and sober (Gal. 5:17).  But they that are Christ’s have crucified the flesh because by grace, through faith we walk and live in the spirit (Gal. 5:22-25).  “For whatsoever is born of God overcomes the world and this is the victory that overcomes the world even our faith (I John 5:4).  Who is he that overcomes the world, but he that believes that Jesus is the Son of God.” (I John 5:5)


     The rain continued to fall steadily into the early evening hours.  Kara rather enjoyed the diversion.  The tender spring foliage savored every last drop as new grass unfolded its’ greenery.  Delicate red buds dotted new intricate layers resembling a type of impressionist veil each day, soon to give birth to mature leaves blocking the view of traffic in the back yard.  She continued gazing at the lovely view through the back windows as the fire flickered, warming the last few days of cool weather.

     The not too distant drone of traffic on I-95 could be heard as she listened quietly when the rain let up and the refrigerator motor turned off.

     It had been a very challenging few days for Kara, not unlike other times when fiery darts had flown and she ducked for cover.  Only afterwards did she dare to peek her head out of the rubble and assess the damages.

     Kara knew a storm had been brewing for some time, and at last when atmospheric conditions were primed, it hit full force, showing a lack of forebearance and mercy to those in its course. The objects in the path of the storm’s wrath had their limitations, failures and shortcomings and were vulnerable, and she was one of them, but that didn’t matter. It reared its ugly head, blew full force, and left a pile of debris; damaged trust, broken relationships, wounds and scars, and loss of income.  That’s what storms do.

     Easter Season was fast approaching and she was once again assessing damages.  She still felt stunned and unable to get rid of her headache.  A devotional from the past week came to mind like an unexpected flower blooming amidst the rubble on the front lawn.  “Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice.” Song of Solomon 2;14.  As we think of the Lord Jesus going through His last week meeting at every turn unkind faces and frowning looks and hearing hurting words, I think most of us will be reminded of His longing for something very different.  “Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice.”  A loving worshipping countenance, a  voice that says only love-words-that refreshes his heart.

                                       Jesus Redeemer, Saviour of sinners.
                                       With love and with reverence, we worship Thee.

                                       Worshipping, praising, Lord, we adore Thee.
                                       For Thine is the kingdom for ever, Amen.*

Sandy Lightsey

*Excerpt taken from Edges of His Ways by Amy Carmichael