“When we finally turned out the lights and went to bed, I discovered that

there were glow-in-the-dark stars stuck all over their ceiling. I’d never

noticed them all afternoon, but they’d been slowly getting charged up by

the light around them, and now they were shining. Of course, I guess they’d

been glowing all along. You just couldn’t notice it because of the bright

lights, so it was only in the darkness that I’d realized they were there.

The message, this first Sunday after Christmas, is simple: we are, all of

us, glow-in-the-dark stars.”