What is this place? How did I get here?
I don’t like it.
Darkness engulfs me. Its noxious heaviness encases me, suffocating. I try to move but the darkness is palpable (Exo 10:21). Like thick black treacle, it smothers me.
Thorns and thistles wrap around my arms and legs, ensnaring me (Gen 3:18; Prov 22:5).
What is this place? Why am I here?
Was I dragged here or did I come willingly? I followed the broad path like everyone else (Matt 7:13) – the path which satisfied all my desires. How could the way which is so normal, so enticing, so pleasurable be wrong..? But it has led me here to this awful place. Its saccharine beginnings masked its putrid destination (Prov 5:3-6; Isa 5:20).
I don’t want to be here! I struggle to break free. I kick my legs and flail my arms, trying desperately to grasp onto something – anything! The rancid mud clings to my fingernails but my hands are left empty (Isa 29:8). No matter how much I try, I cannot free myself. The futility of my efforts exhaust me and my hope is consumed. Decay begins to seep into my bones (Job 13:28) and terror envelopes me, pulling me deeper and deeper into the mire (Ps 55:4-5; 69:2).
‘Help!’, I cry. ‘Save me!’ I wail (Matt 14:30). I am no match for this darkness – I cannot do this by myself. I am weak and desolate (Nah 2:10; Job 25:6). I am deserving of this fate (Rom 6:23).
Suddenly, a bright Light! (Mic 7:8; Ps 18:23). Whiter than snow and more luminous than anything on earth (Mark 9:3), who else could this be but the Lord Himself (John 8:12)?!
He calls me by name – with great authority He commands, ‘come forth!’ (John 11:43). His Word is power and life (Ps 29:4, Heb 4:12) and as I hear Him, my heart burns within me (Luke 24:32).
I fall broken before Him. There is so much I want to express but my words fail me. I am ashamed and cannot raise up my eyes to behold His radiance (Luke 18:13).
He looks at me with a tenderness so sweet I cannot fathom – a love so true I cannot reason. With immeasurable compassion, He embraces me (Luke 15:22) and I feel His love and comfort heal my soul (Isa 66:13; Ps 147:3).
‘But how can You bear to look at me?!’ I cry, ‘How can you bear to touch me? I am filthy, tainted, defiled. I am disgusting, feeble, abhorrent! I…’
‘… You, dear one,’ He lovingly interjects, ‘are My child (I John 3:1). You are beloved (Jer 31:3) and precious in My sight (Isa 43:4). You are worth My blood (1 Pet 2:24). Return to Me and I will by no means cast you out (Zec 1:3; John 6:37). For I am full of compassion and gracious, long-suffering and abundant in mercy and truth. I am good and ready to forgive (Ps 86). My mercy is never-ending because I love you with an everlasting love (Ps 100:5; Jer 31:3).
He stretches out His hand to me (Isa 9:17; 41:13). I see the wounds (Rev 5:16; John 20:27). He has saved me, He is saving me, He will save me.