For most of my life I was in darkness in a cave. A prisoner those around me swore it was daylight at the wall shadows flickering from the flames further down the hole.

I was dragged out of the cave washed clean in water and blood and burst forth into the light blinded at first I would still retreat to the corners of darkness yet I could not get stand not being in the light.

The light was blinding and it revealed the poor wretched helpless condition I was and still am in my flesh. I looked around and saw things through the light and what had seemed beautiful and right in the dark shadows of the cave was horrifying and ugly.

I looked up to the blue sky the light for relief and cried out for mercy. The light is Jesus Christ. The cave is the world and the blindness most walk in and the who does they see are reflections of the flames at the end of the pit.

God sent his messengers the prophets and they were rejected so He reasoned and sent His only begotten Son Jesus Yeshsua the Christ.  The world did the same to Him thinkng if they slew the heir the title deed was forever theirs. But in His triumphant resurection the God of the living shines His light on the darkness.

I thought when I saw the light I could just run back and tell everyone and they would understand. They did not they in their religion obstaining from meats and refusing to marry thought the light was in the tradtioms of men doing what others told them.

I listened to the pulpit until I was convicted that the soothing words were in conflict with my experience of being convicted to my knees and led by a voice calling me to crawl towards the light.

I read the word some said only Son which did not compute since we are given the power through the Spirit to become Sons of God if we use it.

The only begotten Son the Word is truth and light. I still see darkness around me and now seek the few days of light. I have been told trying to speak of judgemnet coming and the rapture which I now see when the Sun of rightousness shall arise with healing in His wings at the sixth seal as both a blessing for those looking up into the light and wrath for those walking in the darkness.

I am weak broken wretched except for the eyesalve of Jesus, His Gold tried in the fire, and the robe He provides. I did not through my own hands find the Light if was always there at the corner of my eye calling Me.

I am profoundly sad beyond reason that those I love and those I speak like this to in the flesh say this is drama.

It's not that some don't believe in Jesus it's just they see the world as where they are and should make the best of it. I see a cave and look up praying for the Light and unmerited mercy lonely in my sorrows no one wants to share except they are not my sorrows but those of Him who first came to the cave to shine His light.