Inspired by Galatians 2:20-21: “I have been crucified with Christ, and it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me. So the life I now live in the body, I live because of the faithfulness of the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. I do not set aside God’s grace, because if righteousness could come through the law, then Christ died for nothing!” [New English Translation]
Eventually, the wanderer’s visits start to become less and less frequent. It starts out with the duration of the wander’s absence only being a few days. But soon, days become weeks, and weeks become months, and months become years. At this point, the little girl starts panicking. Could the wanderer be in danger? She thinks to herself.
After waiting for a very long time, she starts to become very concerned, so she decides to take action. She is going to do whatever it takes to find and rescue the wanderer, even if it means sacrificing her own life.
“Please don’t,” says the Sunshine, as he lets out a huge sigh. “You know, you can always just ask for my help. You are destined for far greater things than death,” the Sunshine remarks.
“Ok, look. I don’t know who you think you are, trying to tell me what to do, when my only friend’s life may be in mortal peril. I don’t need help from anyone, especially from a stranger,” snaps the little girl.
“You’re probably going to regret saying that, for I happen to know you very well,” chuckles the Sunshine.
“How can you possibly know me, if you have never seen me yourself?” responds the little girl accusingly.
“Well, at the very least I can say that I tried to show you a better path. Whether or not you let Reason find you, is ultimately your decision,” says the Sunshine in a surprisingly apathetic manner, as the little girl continues to scoff at it, wherever it may be.
She approaches the Barrier. She tries everything she can, but she cannot breach the Barrier. She screams, cries, then kicks the ground. Suddenly, an object passes through the barrier. It is that blue scarf the wanderer always wore, tattered and torn. As soon as she picks it up, it disintegrates into that all-too-familiar Black Dust. It is clear to the little girl now, the wanderer is no more. This time the pain surpasses anything she has ever felt, but she cannot scream, she cannot cry, and she cannot kick the ground. She just lies back and drifts off into a deep sleep.
Questions to Ponder: What kind of barriers exist in your faith journey from moving forward in your discipleship journey?