I can’t tell you why I was there, but I can say I was sixteen and walking through the forest on a dark and dreary night. My journey was about six miles total. I had a lot of hair then, and it was all standing up without the help of sticky-stuff. I needed to retrieve Dad’s dozer to get me and some other people out of a situation. Scared? Absolutely! No doubt, a result of too many Albert Hitchcock movies.
Being in trouble like that is something I don’t miss. We talk about the good old days but forget that some of those days weren’t so good. Dad told a church deacon when he heard that I had attended his church, “If you can do something with that boy, I’ll go to your church.” I changed and Dad kept his promise.
But that you may know that the Son of Man has authority on earth to forgive sins”—he then said to the paralytic— “Rise, pick up your bed and go home.” And he rose and went home. When the crowds saw it, they were afraid, and they glorified God, who had given such authority to men.
I’m thankful to God that I don’t have to walk through the dark nights because of my foolishness anymore. I can walk without fear. He has given me a Light.
Think about it.
Gary