Something

It was in 10^th grade when the Lie first hit me. I saw it coming and it took a glancing blow across my face, which made me cry. The Lie didn't immediately take root but it had a lot of company and so it just hung around, hiding in the popcorn fields of other lies that I walked through every day.

Eventually it found its way in and made itself comfortable, and as it did it began a metamorphosis, changing not only itself but other parts of me as well. I thought this was progress, growth, and it began to call out for me to walk further down paths that I still knew deep within were dark.

I wanted the light path, not having any idea where it was, and resisted. Oh, the lie still had me and told me dark was light, and I thought I was good. Taboo was a construct, a social necessity, and all would die regardless. Such is the logic of the Lie.

But Something keep me from walking too far, to go where I could not find my way back. I knew, I felt that Something was protecting me, and I cried out to the Something to understand it. And the more I cried the more frustrated I became. I wanted the light path to appear, but appear it did not.

The Lie told me that time would heal my frustration, that progress and growth were inevitable, that the dark path was not dark. And so I lived my good life throughout the day, but tried to understand the Something for hours each night.

One day, Truth strolled by. Truth looked me square in the eye and said “Follow me. I know the Something. I will show you the light path.” “But how will I understand” I pleaded. “Make the light path appear.” “Follow me” answered Truth.

Well, as you can imagine, the Lie was not happy. He called his friends and they had a conference. A plan was formulated. But the Something grabbed me firmly, with both hands upon my shirt, and it held me so tight I was in awe of it's power. I wanted to obey the Something, and this silenced the Lie.

Truth came every day and I began to understand the Something's plan. I could see it's worth, I could see it's power, but still I could not comprehend the Something. It was too big and my mind was too small. A few times I asked the Something to show me the light path, but instead of appearing, Truth would eventually stop by, just to say hello.

It had been OK with me each time I asked to see the light path and did not. I knew it was either there or not. But one afternoon, two months after I first met Truth, my heart was stirred with desire, and I asked again. And once again the light path did not appear. For the first time, utterly disappointed, I sighed, “What is wrong with me?”

Truth smiled and gave me a word. “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks, receives; and he who seeks, finds; and to him who knocks, it will be opened.”

Truth lead me to my knees and showed me that now was the time to confess that I was a rebel, to ask forgiveness from the Something, to accept that His Son's death paid the price for rebellion demanded by the Something. This I did, and asked as well that the Son would come into my heart not only as Savior but as Lord. “Fill me as well from the inside with Truth” I added.

Truth took my hand so we could take a first step together. Then, opening my mouth, I spoke a language that Truth now gave me. The light path appeared and the Son came into my heart, and for the first time I began to partially comprehend the Something.

What happened to the Lie? It's still around. Looks a lot darker than I remembered. When it comes my way I tell it; “Go to Hell!”