March 23, 2025

The darkness. Pitch black. Nothing seen. Nothing known. Hidden in shadow. A Starless gaze into confusion. Endless space of stained ebony, lost and wandering trails of obscurity. Lightless shrouds of shame. Lonely and loveless. Colors disassembled. Revelation quiet. Illumination quenched in the lingering night. Capturing darkness. Crushing darkness. Killing darkness.

Who could unfurl the gloomy curtains? Where details could be seen and descriptions drawn. Where threads of life would be detected and concealed evil disinfected, by light and hope. Where a candle’s glow would be so bright in the depressive basement of hell. Just even a glimpse of Grace would feel like a birthing constellation. If there was merely a hint of heaven in the twinkle of a distant star. And that is what the glorious gospel became. Light shining in darkness.

Let there be light and a lamb was born. Let there be light and a savior carried a cross. Let there be light and anointing broke the yokes of sinners. Let there be light and lambs blood ran thru the veins of dead religions and raised up a living church. Let there be light and a cross became a compass of hope for a hurting world. Let there be light and dominion…

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