The Last Day
On the last day of meeting with his disciples the Master walked over to the bright light of an open window and looked out. Then he asked the student if there were any last questions. The young student laughingly asked him, “What is the meaning of your life?”
The older disciples laughed and stirred to leave. However, the Master held up his hand to ask for silence and then responded “I will answer your question.”
He pulled his satchel from his robe and removed a round mirror about the size of his thumbnail. Then he explained “When I was a small child we were very poor and we lived in a remote village. One day on the road, I found the broken pieces of a mirror. I tried to find all the pieces and put them together, but it was not possible, so I kept the largest piece. This one piece that I now hold.
By scratching it on a stone, I made it round. I began to play with it as a toy and became fascinated by the fact that I could reflect light into dark places where the sun could never shine. It became a game for me to get light into the most inaccessible places that I could find. I kept the little mirror, and as I grew up, I would take it out at idle moments and continue the challenge of the game.
As I became a man, I grew to understand that this was not just a child’s game, but a metaphor of what I could do with my life. I came to understand that I am not the light or the source of the light. But light – be it truth or understanding or knowledge – is there, and it will only shine in many dark places if I reflect it.
I am a fragment of a mirror whose whole design and shape I do not know. Nevertheless, with what I have, I can reflect light into the dark places of this world – into the dark places of human hearts – and change some things in some people. Perhaps others seeing it happen will do likewise.