On a daily basis my heart becomes more and more discontented with the darkness that imposes itself on our World, the same World our Father entrusted to us.
Love wins, but the struggle is not easy. It’s my job to let the Light
in and let it explode on anyone around me, let it fly out like divine
shrapnel, piercing unsuspecting hearts. I want this to happen all day
everyday. I want to constantly explode.
We don’t really get to see the face of darkness here in the suburbs,
we see more the sly, quick hand of darkness. It wittingly stirs up
dissent between families and impresses the desire for material wealth.
The lucky ones become attuned to what is happening around age 50 and
realize they’re empty. I don’t want to wait until I’m 50 to let the
light in. I want it now.
Darkness rears its ugly head in the poorest places of our World, the same World our Father entrusted to us.
It manhandles our brothers and sisters who do not know the Truth. It
throws beautiful babies out on the street to die. It beats and rapes
our sweet, sweet daughters. Over and over it murders our brothers. It
turns our Fathers into cowards and our Mothers into bitter, unloving
souls.
“For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but
against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this
dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly
realms.�
I want to stare the darkness in the face and ask the Father to explode His Light through me, deep into the heart of darkness.
“The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The LORD is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?�
Father, please burst your Light through and within my brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, and still yet myself.
“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.�
This is why we go. Love wins.
