The Word Lives

A world, it was death, pain, suffering, fear, uncertainty, darkness, pride, jealousy, disconnection, where? who? why? Why? for what? Release me! Suffering. Darkness, blindness, uncertainty! It could never be helped for those who were sick. It was beyond any sense of self, it was beyond anything inside, it was hopeless. It was less than hopeless, there was no opposite of hope, because there was no hope. It was death. Oh how sick we were. The land was dry. It was lifeless. We who were broken there were clinging desperately to death and called it life in our loss. It was a pitiful and poor definition of life. It was life defined by death. In our sickness we had no way of seeing the truth, in that place. It was truth defined by lies. Darkness presents unlimited possibilities of death and fear. To what it is, darkness is nothing more than false possibilities at the most. Yet still. From somewhere, unknown, from someone, undefined, unbridled by the bounds of creation, from this the light was shown. So there we were, waiting, unknowing, fallen, deprived, lifeless, surviving, never thriving. We sought only in an arcane attempt to grasp at something. Yet we knew not even what we grasped for. Pleasure was a fleeting moment, lasting less then time. Hope was dead, and faith didn’t exist. This was the end, and there was a pervasive horrible world that wouldnt even let us sleep in death. It cried condemnation! It cried guilt! It was a world, it was death. And then…… A great cry, a strong voice, a new hope, and sure joy, and bright light, a complete love, and a pure purpose, a blessed redeemer. “AWAKE SLEEPER!” “Arise from the dead, and SEE with NEW EYES, Christ shines on you!” It was as sure as a flowing river that seeks its ocean home. A river that flowed in a valley, it tares into the earth to make ways for valleys and mountains. It splits the desert in two, and all one must do to find all that nourishes is drink of its water. It was destiny. It poured from heaven in abundance, beyond any standard of measure that any mind could conceive. So wondrous, so beyond mystery, shrouded in glory and splendor, the sky opened, and love fell. It was as though the clouds had spent generations and generations saving up all of that life. Then, all of a sudden, in an timeless instant that was engulfed by an eternity, in that moment the sky open, the rain poured, and the sun rose. It was the perfect storm, it was a beautiful consolidation of grace, and peace, and love, and life. This beautiful combination caused a flowing of truth and compassion that was beyond the imagination of any of those who have been there. The light was more real than then rays of sun could illuminate. The air flowed and breath poured into creation, it was cold and fresh, and warm and soothing all at the same time. Every blade of grass glistened. The trees sprung up, and reached for the sun. The flowers bloomed in brilliant display, and the streams flowed abundantly. So deep and nourishing, their waters flowed. This was the beginning, and this was the Word. It wasn’t a word. It was The Word. This was the beginning. This was Life defined by Life.