I groped in the dark for quite a while, refusing to turn on the lamp;somehow not knowing what lay on the other side of the room was good enough for me. But the dark got creepy and slimy and disgusting and left me burnt out, depressed and tired. So I reached for the lamp-switch and was shamed to tears.
While I was chocking and gagging in the filth, the other side of the room was clean, peaceful and welcoming.
And I cried, for the life of me as the light exposed my darker self, the bits about me that I did not want anyone to know seemed to be projected on a screen before me. Then I reached out my hand and touched this hand, with piercings, yet offering hope, love and peace to endure.
Nothing beats what I received. Absolutely nothing.
Thank You Jesus.
Amondi
Amondi Agutu 