It's one thing to go into a fight when you know who your enemy is... It's another when you are blind, turned around, and confused. You have a choice then, to not fight or to lash out.
When you don't fight, you run the risk of being hurt in full. The chance of being defeated without a voice, throwing yourself to the mercy of those around you. Terrifying is the thought, and horror is the emotion. But if you don't fight... You could protect someone you love.
If you chose to fight. You attack without thought to who or what you are inflicting damage. Selfishly defending your crippled state... And in the moment when you've wounded one who is close to you... Clarity returns and the horror of what you have done drives you to madness.
You flee and your blindness drops like a veil over your eyes again. You believe you have destroyed them, you believe their friendship lost to you. Their love cast aside in the moment of injury.
Stopped in your blind run by a solid wall, you beat your head against it. Self inflicting punishment upon the guilty. Truth and lies roar in the emotional upheaval that has began to spiral into a tornado of destruction. Then in the dark a voice of faith and reason appears.
Explaining your situation, you seal your doom and wait foe the voice to agree. They take what you said, and placing it aside, explain that what was done is done. They show the lessons that could be learned, the blessings of true friendship and forgiveness, and challenges for the future. And hope... Offering hope to the blind. There can be no greater gift, then hope. A Christ gave us hope at a life fulfilled, and a hope of salvation, a hope for forgiveness, a hope for his call, and the glorious return to a world renewed.
So then you wait, and you pray. The blind sitting in darkness, but not in fear and not alone. Hope restored and joy renewed we strive forth for reconciliation and a restored trust in the hope of things that mean more then mistakes, the value of friendship and the love that Christ has given us that has allowed broken things to be repaired and a glorious reuniting that cannot truly happen outside of Christ and his family.
So I hold to and trust in this hope, and continue about the day in the light of Christ. Hoping that this dusty lantern will shine clear enough, as it is in the process of refinement, that one day that it will shine forth, but not for it's own glory. For the glory of the light it emits, and for the sake of revealing truth, giving comfort, and pointing the way for those who wish to follow Him who is the light of the world.
