Evil and Truth

"Do not be overcome with evil, but overcome evil with good." -Romans 12:21

A tight, thick air fills my dimly lit evening room, slowly creeping toward my resting body. Evil sits at the foot of my bed, his chin resting calmly on his hands, eyes peering at me with cool interest. His eyes dance quizzically as he sees my hand absentmindedly reach for a small heart necklace that was once an anchor to me. With an undetectable flick of the wrist, the air tangibly shifts. Wispy silver chains slink around me, immobilizing the wrists that I did not realize were clenched. My eyes are resting on a cool gray wall that was, moments ago, melancholy. It changes silently, giving way to a frightening picture show flashing images of shame and confusion from my past. My face lights up with pain. I never have been one who could hide emotion.

Malice eventually grows bored and turns his gaze to someone else. I am left motionless, completely numb. People wordlessly buzz in and out of the room. My fist slowly falls open, revealing a glimmering dust that comprises what is left of the necklace. It settles around the room, making sure that I breathe it in at all times.

Sleep seduces me. Time races forward and I feel like I am upside down and underwater.

I suddenly hear a great clash, like twisting metal and some great shrieking animal. The sound deeply startles me, as though my ears had been full for years and are finally free. I find my orientation and look up to see Sin's chilly facade slipping as a middle-eastern man with rough hands and kind eyes strides across the floor.

I realize that they are fighting for me. Fighting over my soul. Evil and Truth, locked in a battle that had began before I was born.

I flash suddenly back into my room, and things look different. Everything speaks with a hard, sharp focus. There are a million reasons to cover my eyes, but I breathe deeply and know that I don't have to. I recall the face of Beauty stepping in front of me, lifting His arms in my honor.


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Christ will never leave you or forsake you. In your darkest times, He is there. I am learning that the sadness I am haunted by on this earth is nothing compared to the joy I will have spending eternity with my creator. I can dance and laugh and sing without fear of the future.

"The thief does not come but to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it abundantly." -John 10:10