December 23, 2018
Oblivious seekers staggering through dim lit valleys of dying light. They thirst for water but they drink from the brackish streams of the unknown, for they cannot perceive the good from the bad, the pure from the impure. Everything is the same, if you want it to be. Everyone is their own judge. Everything of the dark, by the dark, and for the dark, an allegiance of sin-freedom, a pledge to tolerance as long as it fits the legislations of transgression and lawless law.
The murky sun covered with smoke and ash of incinerated truths, hauntingly glows like a fading ember on a forgotten fire. This traveled way is too dangerous for it is too dark. Creatures of death linger in the rocks and caves. Destinations are imperceptible. Signs of hope gone. Markers of trust shifted and misguiding. There is no compass in this land of darkness. There is no real leader, for they all walk blindfolded by greed, lust for power, and a need to be in control.
Even with the last gloomy rays barely piercing the remains of might be called day, darkness falls. And it will be deep and desperate. Starlight won’t be available for celestial guidance. The moon is non-existent and drained of night life. Cain wanders these shady lands where hate can hide. Balaam is somewhere in the misty environs still seeking a reward. Judas-silver is in the black hills ahead. Who will make it out of these stygian deserts? Who will survive the lies and deception? Who will become a light when everyone chooses the darkest places to go? What blinds you? And why do you let it blind you? Why isn’t prayer made? Where are the seekers of God in this lonely place? Even a low lit Lot who chose to live in Sodom and Gomorrah would seem like a red hot fire of illumination in this place? Even a weak Samson with rediscovered…listen now.