I Remember That Night

The night of January 24.

That was the night I finally collapsed before God.

The night I finally gave up my silent resistance.

The night I finally opened my wary eyes to the blinding Light of the Lord.

I remember hearing a Voice — a Voice so acutely terrifying and so mollifyingly beautiful.

It was terrifying because It wanted me to completely reform myself.

But it was beautiful because It wanted to show me how.