Sparklers were my favorite form of fireworks growing up. From our house, we could see the big, showy display from the fairgrounds. It was always wonderful, but I liked the up close and personal nature of sparklers, the intense light and heat and the smell after they burned out.
I've seen a lot of fireworks shows since then: at a rodeo; on Chicago's lakefront; on the verandas of the apartment I share with my sister. This year, like so much else, fireworks will be different. But metaphorically, perhaps it's never been more important for us to sparkle, to touch base virtually with friends we haven't seen for a long time, to help those in need, and to pray for our country and the world. Our time on earth will burn out, just like those sparklers. Let's ignite love and hope here while we can.
