P.S. – Did you look for it?
I asked you to the last time we huddled together at this meeting of the minds. It was hardly subtle so you might not have needed to have been looking to notice it, but I do so hope you were looking.
Did you see it?
I’m pretty sure you did, but if you didn’t we’ll call that my fault and I’ll take this brief moment to lay it out.
First, I spoke on being dissatisfied with a world that could not satisfy. Next, I confided in you about evil but also hope, of the tearful eyes that looks expectantly to the horizon. Now, I’m seeking to paint the picture of what that hope is.
That hope is not that you or I or anyone who walks this soil is capable of saving ourselves from the evil, both within and without, that damns the broken, dissatisfying world. We are trapped in darkness deeper than that which squatted beneath Jehadim and it is as relentless as the followers of Perukh across the steppes.
And if that were the end of things there would be no songs to sing but dirges, and no statues to carve but headstones. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, it is the idiot’s tale performed with sound and fury for one fretful hour in an empty theatre.
But that’s not where the story ends.
An fathomless grace punctured the darkness, splitting the skein time to rend the veil which rightly kept us from the presence of the One True Good. That night breaking, curtain tearing, way making will entered the world as a man, wholly human and wholly divine, lived and died in a real place and a real time. It is by that propitiating, satisfying sacrifice that cup of wrath was drunk by the only one who could bear it and emerge victorious, and so he rose to display to those he called and to the world that a turning point had been reached.
There is a hope to defy the darkness, there is one who will come with the New Dawn that ends the Long Night.
His name is Jesus of Nazareth, Jesus the Christ, Yeshua the Messiah.
I hope you know him, but more than that I hope you’ve been found by him. I hope you’ve felt him calling to you dear one, and in that calling I hope you have called back “Save me!” because that way lies hope, not just for tomorrow, but forever.
I am an imperfect messenger of this eucatastrophic tiding, but you’ve given me this much of your time, so I pray, if you have not yet answered that call, that you’d give a little more. I can not sound every mystery, unravel every riddle, or even tell you that answering the call will make things easier/better/more satisfying (it won’t), but as a man who has walked in darkness long and has seen the light I’m just asking you to listen and consider.
Please dear reader, I implore you on whatever grounds I can to heed the call and issue that beautiful declaration of surrender by which you are victorious as you never could have been.
To some this message may seem trite or offensive or pathetic, and to all those charges I plead guilty, but I hope you’ll consider it anyways. That’s all I will ask, all I can ask.
Listen when He calls.
Aaron D. Schneider