Just as we must not allow our the light of Christ flicker in our lives, we must remember that there are other lights which must not be allowed to flicker. In 1992, my wife Teresa and I bought a small house which was built in 1940.  It was built at a time when they apparently had no levels for making sure the construction was square.  I picture a man standing back from the wall they were building, extending his arm and from his fist he raises his thumb.  Eyeing past the thumb toward the new wall he shouts, "Looks good! Nail it!"  It is definitely not plumb, but it is a good strong house. Almost immediately we began doing work on the place.  Tearing out a wall here, building rooms there, ripping down paneling and painting, etc.  There was much to do to make this sows ear look more like a burlap sack since doubt it will ever come to look like a silk purse. We had one very mysterious 'flickering light' in the kitchen.  We would turn the light on and it would begin flickering.  Then it would stop for some time. After pondering the problem, I figured that the light fixture was faulty and causing the problem.  I soon removed the fixture and replaced it with a fan which was needed when we were cooking. Since we were using the fan, we didn't see the light flicker.  The fan seemed to run nicely and we soon forgot about the problem. Months later, as I stood in the kitchen one day I noticed a small part of the ceiling which appeared to have some water damage.  We were area where there was a little water damage.  Since we were going to paint the ceiling anyway, so I decided to take down the sheet rock in that area. When we began the project, I began removing the ceiling when it began falling a piece at a time.  More and more fell, and the hole revealing the open rafters grew larger and larger.  Soon the hole reached three feet, nearly to the fan, so I removed the fan and pulled down the rest of the loose sheet rock. What I saw was sent a shudder up my spine.  I saw where the two conductors from the knob and tube wiring, came through holes which were drilled through the studs. The holes were about three or four inches apart. The wood between the holes was charred where sparks had been passing from one worn conductor to the other.  It could clearly be seen how we could have soon had our house burned to the ground.  Not only because of sparks arcing from one wire to the other, but the fan used far more amps of power therefore causing more arcing. I believe God had his hand on us during this.  Then, I believe, He guided me to the water damage.  He then let the ceiling come down until the opening reached the fan.  Then the problem was quite evident. God will guide us in whatever need we have...  but if we are not paying attention to Him we can miss an ever-so-important word.