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Light in the Dark

It’s dark. There’s no moon, and the clouds cover the stars. There is no light whatsoever, and you can’t see anything; not even your hand if you were to put it right in front of your face. You can hear sounds that only the night makes, and you begin to feel a chill creeping in. All you want to be is home!
You’re out in the middle of the woods, lost in the darkness. You could find your way home— if only you could see something; anything! But alas, there is no light. All is pitch blackness.  Suddenly, you bump your toe on something. Jumping, you think it’s a wild animal but realize it’s only a rock. Wait a minute, this rock feels funny. You reach down and feel the object carefully, making sure that whatever it is doesn’t decide to bite. Your heart jumps; it’s a flashlight! In your joy you pick it up and fumble around a little. It feels kinda old, but you refuse to let your hopes down. You feel for the switch, and immediately there’s a beam of light stretching in front of you. Happily, you start on home. After only a little while of walking, you decide that the flashlight feels a little heavy, and even more so as you keep walking. You’re getting more tired, and hungry, since you haven’t eaten since breakfast. You decide that the flashlight is too much of a hassle; you can make it on your own. So you throw the flashlight to the side, and keep walking in the direction of home. Now, do you suppose that anyone in their right mind would do such a thing like that? Of course not! The flashlight is the only way for you to make it home that night. Even if it is a bit big and bulky, you would still carry it all the way home, knowing that if you didn’t, you’d end up more lost than before, right?  But sadly, that’s what many people do with the Bible. They are lost in the dark night of sin, and they don’t realize that the Flashlight that they carry is the guide home. They think they’re making pretty good pace, and that they don’t need their Guide anymore, so they cast it aside and listen to their own whims. They end up even more lost and confused than before!  The Bible says in Psalms 119:105, “Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.” In our Christian walk, we need to Bible to light our way, so we don’t get lost and end up wandering in another direction. We want to get to our home in heaven, right? God has given us his word, like a map, so we know exactly how to get there! As I’ve heard one preacher put it: “The Bible is: 

B- Basic
I- Instructions
B- Before 
L- Leaving
E- Earth
 I don’t know about you, but don’t want to throw away my instruction manual! 

-Adriana Carper

Comments

  1. Unknown18 April 2018 at 16:29

    I really liked that story! It’s a really good way of thinking about it!😃

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  2. Unknown18 April 2018 at 18:36

    Good analogy, Adriana! Great post!

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