Oh, to find the grace that lives at the bottom of the darkest place.
Oh, soul, to find the grace that lives at the bottom of the darkest place is to find the grace that can survive the most unbearable conditions. It is to find the rarest of all graces, it is to find the grace that very few humans ever touch and see. It is to find a grace that burns with the brightest light, that is able to glow with no outside influence, that needs no external encouragement or nourishment to survive, but fuels itself without end.
Oh, to find the grace that lives at the bottom of the darkest place is to find the greatest gift a creature can find, but it is a reward only for those who will cross the threshold and move into the darker places. And when the air thins, and the light dwindles, if they are to find the grace that lives at the bottom of the darkest place, they must press on. They must press on until the sky above is blotted out, and there is nothing but black all around, thick and suffocating, and they can barely make out their own hand in front of them, and still – there is further to go. To reach the darkest place they must have endurance beyond most men, endurance to bear the waves of pain that push and press and urge them to go back. To reach the darkest place they must have the kind of courage that defines a man. They must be able to keep going when every instinct screams turn back. To reach the darkest place they must have a solid and strong rope wrapped around them that will enable them to find their way back out. They must be willing to put faith in this rope even when it feels like it is fraying. They must push their hands into the strands and feel the strength in each of the threads: one thread promising that the darkness has a limit, one thread guaranteeing that they will not become lost down here, another thread assuring that there is always a way out. To reach the darkest place they must have the kind of faith that is beyond a feeling or a thought. They must have the kind of faith that is willing to bank everything on the word of saints long gone, and when the darkness itself smothers even sound, still, they will hear the voices of those who have gone before, whispering the truth: the grace that lives in the darkest place is not a myth; it is real. It can be found and it is worth this journey.
For these – the few who by some miracle push on, and reach the bottom and to walk straight into the darkest place – for these there is a great reward.
To find the grace that lives at the bottom of the darkest place is to find grace that has a name and a face and has revealed it’s true nature by bringing light to the darkest of pits.
Oh, soul of mine, to find the grace that lives at the bottom of the darkest place – is this not the greatest gift this life has ever given you?