from the darkness to the light

I’m talking to this 26 year old that spent the last 10 years fighting heroin addiction.

She looks 10 years older than she is.  Her 3 kids are in DHS custody.  She’s on probation and just lost her job.

And now she’s here in my clinic and looking for help.  I have 15 minutes to bring her from the darkness to the light.

So my eyes are open.  I see the spiritual battle.  I see Good and Evil.  The sinner and the saint.  I know it’s real.

And I know that her and me are not that different.  Only separated by a few degrees.  A few decisions here and there that led us to different points where our decision making tree continued to split and my decisions became easier and hers became harder.

All war is a spiritual war.  And all sins leave a scar.  You pay for them now or later.   And it’s not always your choice.

People will tell you that religion is for the weak minded and simple.  They will say that you must create your own meaning in the world.

Well, how’s that working out for them?

Loneliness, suicide, drug addiction, fake news, sexual depravity, gender confusion, abortion, political correctness.  All the products of modern man as he shouts from his rooftop “There is no god but man.”

“But our technology will save us!”

I walk the halls of St Jude in Memphis, TN.  A hospital for children with unspeakable diseases.  The halls are filled with hope and charity.  (2 of the 7 virtues if you believe in such)

I hold in my hand a computer so powerful it can give me almost any answer to any question I dare to ask it.  But two things it can not give me: hope or charity.

What have we become?

What has the unmaking of God brought?

I am guilty.  I see it.  I know it.

But my mind is ever racing, ever asking, ever seeking.

Something.

Something from nothing.

Ex Nihilio.

Out of the darkness comes the light.