Shops are places where you are welcome to enter, as a member of the public, and see if there is anything there that you might wish to own. If you have the means, you can complete the transaction on the premises, and walk away with something that you didn’t have a right to a few minutes ago.
But why do they have to have lights on the outside? They invariably do.
As you approach the junction of Warren Drive and Fleetwood Rd, even from a distance, you can see the lights from the shops at this time of evening (9 o’clock). It is obvious they are shops, without knowing what they sell. They don’t have to be tasteful, or even distinctive – just present in a way that shows they are not houses.
You aren’t a shop, but you are place of transaction. You may not think that, but it is true nontheless. You are a representative of Jesus. By birth. New birth. You are a place where God can offer grace to anyone who is seeking.
You don’t have to have to have stored up goods – that’s often a fruitless, labour collecting things you think might be useful. But being prepared and enthusiastic to ‘trade’ is never wasted. Watching for and expecting customers. Being surprised by what attracted them to your emporium.
So now you know, you can take that tarpaulin off. And throw it in the bucket. Or the bushel.