I was shaking profusely in my room, as demons tormented my thought and body. Out of desperation, I prayed, pleading for God to make it stop. Suddenly, I saw a bright light, like a burning star, entering my room. As it drew close, it grew brighter. I began to tremble uncontrollably. I was already seated with my back against the wall, but I wished the wall would open and let me in as I scratched and knocked nervously. I couldn’t speak.
The light shone so intensely as it came through my open windows that I shut my eyes tight, believing I was about to cross over, weather heaven or hell, I wasn’t sure.
Then I heard a whisper “Hi”. I opened my eyes, I saw you—reaching down to me.
Your entire being radiated light, like the sun, though now softer and more tolerable than before. Your feet burned like fire—and so did your eyes. Yet in the depths of your eyes, I felt peace. It drew me in. I somehow knew that if I took your hand, I would be forever saved.
Who are you? I thought, too shaken to speak. Can I trust you? Why have you come?
No one had sensed my anguish or helped me. So why you? Why now?
You looked like a perfect work of art—pure, flawless, carved to perfection. But I? I looked unkempt, abandoned, dirty in my sins. Can I trust you? I wondered again. Would you leave when things get hard, like everyone else?
As if reading my thoughts, you smiled. The smile reached your eyes, and the fire burned brighter. You looked as though you knew exactly what I meant—and that you were in this with me.
You sat beside me, gently touched my cheek as brushing a tear, then drew me into an embrace. You didn’t have to say anything—your presence was enough. Time seemed to stand still as we stayed like that. It felt like we had forever.
When I finally raised my head, you looked at me with those fiery eyes and said,
“No, I will not leave you nor forsake you.”
That was when I realized how filthy I was. I could stain your perfect brightness with my darkness—but you didn’t care. You stood and helped me to my feet.
Immediately, fear, despair, shame, and negative thoughts began creeping in. They spoke over one another:
He’s no different.”
“You’re broken.”
“You’re not worthy.”
“We’re all you have.”
I looked into your eyes again. It felt as though I was the only one in the world you loved—that you couldn’t bear to be apart from me. It felt shameless, yet deeply reassuring. Tears rolled down my face. I didn’t understand why you cared so much. I hadn’t done anything to deserve such devotion.
You stood up and reached for me. This was my escape, finally. I had no choice but to trust you. So I reached out and took your hands, gripping them as if my life depended on it.
As we walked together, I noticed the demons emerging from their hiding places, following us at a distance. They didn’t come close, but they kept talking. Some stretched out their hands as if to grab me, but something held them back.
Why don’t you just wave your hand and make them disappear? I thought. The brightness you radiate could keep them away forever, yet you do nothing.
You looked at me and said, “because I have given you the authority to do it.”
Again, you answered my thoughts without me ever saying a word. I looked at you, puzzled. These beasts are giants—and I? Just a tiny grasshopper. I was sure they saw me that way too. They torment and harass me constantly. But you’re here—You should do something, not me.