Christ is the way and the light, this has little meaning to someone who has never had to fight to live. the amazing thing is the darker the darkness the brighter the light is.
this is true in my own life. hope never had as much meaning to me as when I was laying on my deathbed. I had been given 24 hours to live. my family came to say their last goodbye. I lashed out at them. I laughed in a morphine induced haze.
I had completely resolved to die. life was nothing but an endless cycle of pain torment and work, then repeat.
but then something happened. on my deathbed I met God for the first time.
that's not to say I wasn't Christian before then. but this was different, he had sent me a letter through a prophet.
he said he had a purpose for my life.
we all have purpose in Gods kingdom a chance to give our lives meaning. A chance to challenge the mundane and live a life of the extrodinary. this piece is about that hope, that light that for me shined brightest in my darkest hour.