“The Great Divide”
We were camping once many years ago, in the Great Smoky Mountains. My wife and I set up our tent and arranged everything the way we wanted them. Soon it grew dark and I blew out the lantern. In all my life, I had never seen it so dark. Well, we joked about it and told some scary stories. You know stories get spookier the darker it is. I told my wife one about an old Indian that used come through here from Cherokee to Gatlinburg, going after whisky. I shouldn’t have done that. Chill bumps shot over me when she started screaming. I’m not talking about a little scream, I’m talking, blood thirsty. Well, I don’t think I should have said, did you hear that? With her voice reverberating like a speaker in a rock band, she said in a high-pitched voice, “light the lamp”. I tried calming her enough to ask her where the matches were. She reverberated back, “I don’t know, turn on the flashlight”. I was scared to say, it’s in the car, until I got some distance between me and her flailing arms. I had to go get the flashlight or stay there and get killed either by busted ear drums or flailing fist and arms, so I started toward where I thought the door was. Well, I finely got out of the tent. The screams were getting louder so I picked up speed to where I thought I had parked the car. Tree bark can hurt when it hits you in the face and the big rocks that you don’t see can bring out words you thought you didn’t use anymore. A chill swiped over me when I thought I heard something other than my wife’s screams. Drunk Indian popped into my mind. It’s hard to hurry when you can’t see your hand one inch from your face. Scratched up and bloody, I ran into the car, literally. I got the flashlight and headed back to the major mental breakdown in the tent. I shouldn’t have told her I was just kidding about the old drunk Indian. It would have been good if there had been just one star in the sky that night, but there wasn’t. It could have protected me from my foolishness.
Stars in the heavens are light. Without light, there is darkness. There are no gray areas, either light or dark. We might say, but in the evening, there is a gray time. No there is pitch black dark with particles of light in it. In the beginning the earth was dark until God said, “let there be light”, then the Sun, Moon and the stars were light partials in the dark. Jesus said, we are light in a dark world. We only have light because He is in us, because He is the light of the world. Truth is light, because He is truth. Truth is light in a dark world. If we have truth, we are light. To know truth is to be a beacon of light. A lighthouse is a beacon that guides great ships. A shining light lets other, see truth, which could be a warning of danger or of safe passage. One who knows not the light, which is, Jesus, is dark and doesn’t know truth. Those who know Jesus, know and are light. In the instance of a small room, only one light bulb might be needed, but in a larger room, more light bulbs will be needed to permeate the darkness to have good light. Darkness can overpower too small, or not enough lights. Those who don’t know Jesus are particles of darkness, too many particles in one place can overpower those who are light. Too many people of light place their children in an overpowering and outnumbered situation, such as school. When we go into the world to take light to it, we go in numbers. We learn in light, we work in darkness. Learning is hard enough without darkness interfering. The church is a gathering of light, our schools should be also.
To know the truth, which is Jesus, gives us access to the knowledge of the facts of who we are, why we are here, how did this all happen and a vast array of other facts. Not guesswork, fact. Everyone who looks at the sky, the sea, birds and animals in wonderment would like to know these things. People of light and truth know and are learning more each day about these wonderful facts. Those of darkness only guess. Some guess and preach them as fact.
These guessers are on display in our country and world today. We have seen rioting in our country and all around the world demanding that we accept darkness as truth. They demand that we all do things their way. Our governors and legal systems agreed and it set us on a course of destruction. The aborted children’s blood cried up to heaven from the graves. The homosexual grieves in regret and anguish. The drunkard cries on his bed of loneliness. The mother who aborted her child with an empty hole in her heart that can’t be filled and on, and on. A world of grief and regret. And the guessing goes on and on.
The land, a garden, a light on a hill had now become a grave yard of regret. Prayers went up to heaven from the people of light that had been outnumbered, and God heard. When things got so bad that our country was about to go over the cliff of no return, God intervened. We as people of light were outnumbered and had expended our strength. He came and filled up our inabilities and said “Enough”. God prepared men filled with light to step up, as it was in the beginning of our country, to upright this great sinking ship. Men of integrity and light will hold their ground. America was built by God and will always be His and those of dark guessing’s will not have it. We have been forced to walk and except the rules of darkness in our land way too long. No more.
Darkness is simply the absence of light. Light is the absence darkness. Wrong is the absence of right. The rioting in our streets is because they have lived in dark ways so long that it seems right and they are losing their right. Fool’s gold is deceptive. It may look like gold from a distance, but on a closer inspection, it’s just iron pyrite and has no value. If enough light is spread across this land, darkness will subside. They must be outnumbered. Jesus said, “I am the light of the world and in me there is no darkness at all”.
Ps: Never, never forget and forever remain eternally grateful that God has intervened and is delivering us and our nation from the overpowering darkness that has ruled our nation.
David McClary
Avoicefromthemountain.com
