I stood there at the edge of a chasm, stretching as
far as I could see. I stared down into its dark depths and could not make out a
bottom. I yelled for someone, anyone to hear, "Help!" But there was
no answer but the echo of my own voice. I felt so lost standing alone at the
edge of my own consciousness. I fell to my knees and started to weep. Waves of
anguish, sadness, and loneliness washed over me. I stayed there on my knees for
what seemed like an eternity.
Then through the darkness on the other side of
the chasm there came a bright light. I looked up and beheld a man, bathed in
light, walking across the chasm. He walked over to me and offered me his hand. I
looked at it and then back up into the face of the man. He smiled gently down
at me. I took his hand and he helped me to my feet. When I was on my feet he
spread his arms wide as if to embrace me, but stopped short. "You must
come the rest of the way," he said looking at me. When he looked at me I
could feel his gaze in the depths of my soul, stirring something within me. As
he looked at me I could see the love for me in his eyes, this stranger loved me
so much. But I just couldn't take that last step, not after what I had done.
"I can't, you don't know what I have done." I said as the shame
overwhelmed me; I didn't deserve to be loved.
I looked down at the ground
afraid of what he might see in my eyes. "I do know what you have done, and
you are forgiven." And just like that all my shame, and sadness, and
anguish left me and I felt only the forgiveness and redemption. I looked up
into the eyes of the stranger and there it was plain as day, a love for me
greater than anything. I took that last step and embraced him, his love and
kindness overwhelming me. I was home; at long last I was finally home.
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