The cold dark woods had let out a sordid scream that had been spent in silence for years. It was the cry of an existence that had seemed to fall by the wayside, that had seemed to be neglected by everyone. Even by the woods themselves. And it was tonight that changed the existence from this point on.
Many visitors had come and some had event stayed, but only for a while. It was that last time the trees had experienced any attention. When Janice came that last summer, she brought a lot of the regular camping amenities. Cordless hair-dryer, deoderant, toothpaste, clairol hair gel #7, she took with her the necessities. But, one item she brought baffled the rest of the group. She brought a slew of flashlights. Janice was terrified of the dark. Ever since her uncle scared her when he dressed up as the "boogeyman" one halloween, she could never seem to leave that scary childhood memory from tampering with her life. Everyone chuckled, even her fiance at the time who went on to be a woodsmen and no one knows where he is to this day. She just didn't care enough, just as long as she had light with her it would be just fine. And she was, she was just fine.
The clouds had been angry at the sun for sometime now, for the sun had seemed to be center stage every day. So, they plotted against the sun, and today was a vary dark day. They didn't want to just exist as a footnote to the sun, they wanted their existence to be noticed and it was. Janice was clutching her sleeping-bag as child to its mother. She prayed and prayed but the words never seemed to reach past the heights of the sycamore trees. Nothing seemed to work. She didn't want to wake anyone else up and she couldn't sleep. So, as scary as the thought was, she decided to take a stroll down one of the many listed paths in these woods. She ventured into an unknown, uncharted part of the forest and found herself secluded in this darkness. And she begin to sob. Tears like a river flowed down her once rosy cheeks. She felt all alone, completely and utterly abandoned just as the trees did. They were both alone, together. In the midst of her tears which clouded her eyes she had seen a glimmer of light. She had to rub her eyes just to make sure she wasn't having another one of those day-dreams she tends to have when she is in class listening to Mr. Bore's science lectures. When her eyes had cleared from the dampness, she had seen this light draw closer to her, and as it arrived closer to her, she realized it was a figure. It was the light of the world, and he, he chose to come visit with a wayward daughter who had seemed to be discouraged and feared the night. And Janice and her saviour talked all night long and when morning came and the light took over, so did the conversation between Janice and the Light. For, when she walked away, Janice was glowing. She exuded the effects of the night, for the effects of the night brought light to this once dark wooded place. Janice is now serving out the rest her existence in all the wooded areas of the earth.
This was the last time the woods had seen any light. Any existence of any kind. They had lost their purpose in being. They begin over the years to slowly decay, their greenness had fallen into a greyish hue of death. And just as this forest was going to resign itself to mulch, a small light begin to billow up and then two lights, and then three lights, and then four lights. It was Janice and her friends sharing the light with this dark wooded place. She had come back and now these woods could love again...
THEME: Though some elements are very clear as to what is going on in this scene, there is much more going on in the background. As Christians, we all experience dark periods of no light. When, as the woods and Janice experienced, we feel like just giving ourselves to the darkness. Jesus comes to our rescue. Another element, is that God is spoken of or related to as an abyss, and we must learn to fall in the abyss (in some definitions, darkness) and competely break the pattern of mistrust and fall hopelessly head over heels in love and trust of him. We must also bring light to a dying world. We must remember that no matter how big the burden gets, his yoke is always light. Enjoy the journey!!
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