As my wife and I were driving through town the other day, she brought up the movie "Titanic."  Do you remember it?  It sold over two billion worth of tickets worldwide.  When director James Cameron received the Oscar for it, he proclaimed himself, "King of the world."

     My wife drew my attention to some of the final scenes of the movie.  As it became apparent that the massive ship would sink, drowning far too many people, the camera shifts to the ship's musicians.  Were they running to the lifeboats?  No.  They continued to play their music.  Rather like the proverbial Nero doing a dirge as Rome burned--but with much more presence of mind--these intrepid musicians keep playing.  They played Mozart, they played Bach.  They played music that they thought would move and comfort people, would help them deal with the end that now faced them.  They played for the greater good, not their own.
     In the end, these musicians went down with the ship.  Unlike Rose, the one on whom the movie focused, these bearers of mercy soon found themselves slipping into the frigid waters of the North Atlantic, never to be seen again.
     While they lived, however, they played.  They played for the living, they played for the dead.  They believed that even in its darkest hours, life had meaning.  Life will always have light.
     So God said, "Let there be light."