Claiming the Light—a Work in Progress
As I consider the power of light, I remember a cold, dark October night in a small town on Long Island—a town in which I was a visiting stranger. I still recall the feeling of roaming up and down the confusing streets, looking for a light.
My life to that point—especially the preceding decade—had largely been spent in a sort of dark fog, trying to make my life work on my own terms. I think we’ve all walked those dark streets, in one form or another, at some time in our lives. Those uncomfortable memories are what make our eventual discovery of Truth so much richer.