Lawyers for the light
I remember during my novitiate year some 57 years ago, in the countryside of Quebec, Canada going on an excursion on skis one winter day with the other novices. It got dark very quickly but on the way back we took a wrong turn and very soon we were lost.
You can imagine our distress in the darkness and our anxiety on not being able to find our way home. All we wanted to see was a light. A light meant a house where the people could tell us how to get home.