You are Light, and the Giver of light,” Simeon uttered as he lifted the trimmer to cut the wick on the center lamp.1 His hands were steady, like those of a skilled surgeon. The instant the blade touched the wick, a surge of spiritual power jolted through his body. He jerked like a man who had just cut into a live electrical wire. His stomach muscles involuntarily contracted, sucking in his midsection. From his gut, radiating out to his extremities, his body convulsed like someone with a severe case