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RE: Creative Writing Challenge Task #1: "What did we look like?”
Amazingly well-written, negativer! I thought I was reading a quote from an old poem written by Milton or Keats, but then when I read about the case of beer, that dispelled that. Very somber and reflective. A melancholy picture of the human condition. This is how I feel about myself sometimes even as a Christian, although I am not all of those people, but sometimes I am some of them, and that is bad enough. When I get shrouded in darkness over my own desperate condition, all I can do is drown in the despair or reach out to God for relief, like the Psalmists. The light will arise in the darkness, eventually. That's amazing how you took that one sentence and ran with it. Do more of this kind of writing--you are very, very good at it!
Thanks for the comments! Sometimes there is a daily battle with one's own idealism when you see how you think things SHOULD be, confronted with what your eyes constantly tell you about how things ARE, and how wide that span really is. It's hard not to eventually develop an unhealthy cynicism.
Right on. That's why you have to keep reaching out for the light. I've found in my own experience in the middle of darkness, though prayer, Bible reading, and much reflection and yearning for illumination, that the Light is a person, Jesus Christ, who said "I am the Light of the World." There is a verse in Romans 4:17 that brought me much encouragement when I felt grieved by my sin. It says, "...God, who gives life to the dead and calls those things which do not exist as though they did..." I realized, although I was a sinner, God called me, "righteous" through Christ. In tears of joy, I wrote that down in my Bible, and I realized this is who I am in Christ! There is great power in being given a name, an identity. God created the earth out of nothing. He recreates us--transforms us into His people by essentially saying, "You're forgiven. You're righteous through what I did." And being given this new identity, it begins to create a desire in us to live like it. This story here illustrates what I mean in a different way. (http://kenhardman.com/Ten-Cow_Wife.html)