During the Second World War, German paratroopers invaded the island of Crete. When they landed at Maleme, the islanders met them, bearing nothing other than kitchen knives and hay scythes. The consequences of resistance were devastating. The residents of entire villages were lined up and shot. Overlooking the airstrip today is an institute for peace and understanding founded by a Greek man named Alexander Papaderous. Papaderous was just six years old when the war started. His home village was destroyed and he was imprisoned in a concentration camp. When the war ended, he became convinced his people needed to let go of the hatred the war had unleashed. To help the process, he founded his institute at this place that embodied the horrors and hatreds unleashed by the war. One day, while taking questions at the end of a lecture, Papaderous was asked, “What’s the meaning of life?” There was nervous laughter in the room. It was such a weighty question. But Papaderous answered it. He opened his wallet, took out a small, round mirror and held it up for everyone to see. During the war he was just a small boy when he came across a motorcycle wreck. The motorcycle had belonged to a German soldier. Alexander saw pieces of broken mirrors from the motorcycle lying on the ground. He tried to put them together but couldn’t, so he took the largest piece and scratched it against a stone until its edges were smooth and it was round. He used it as a toy, fascinated by the way he could use it to shine light into holes and crevices. He kept that mirror with him as he grew up, and over time it came to symbolize something very important. It became a metaphor for what he might do with his life: “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 black places in the hearts of men–and change some things in some people. Perhaps others may see and do likewise. This is what I am about. This is the meaning of my life.”
I can hardly imagine what it must have been like for a young boy to have seen many of his neighbors lined up and shot by soldiers and to be imprisoned in a concentration camp, probably away from his parents, if they were even still alive. What a wonderful story to share and to live by! For a man to see, in what was once his toy mirror, a metaphor for the way he would live his life is an amazing story in and of itself. If we, too, should adopt that metaphor, then our lives should reflect that same light into the lives of others. What did the scriptures teach? “Let your light so shine before men that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.” Matt 5:16 A candle loses nothing by lighting another one. We are all pilgrims here, seeking to progress to a higher sphere. Progress is synonymous to receiving more light. He who receives light (whether reflected or not) and continues, will receive more light until the perfect day.