And to which direction are you pulled? The daily struggle, the daily, moment by moment tug of war. The flesh pulling fast toward the darkness, the spirit pulling hard toward the light. Days when we cross the line into the darkness, the strong opponent dragging us through the dirt. Days when we plant the feet against the rock and hold, our bleeding hands straining for the light.
There will come the day, the strong opponent shall be vanquished, we shall let go the rope and cross the line toward the light. Then, there are those who, having spent a life pulling toward the darkness, shall grab the limp rope, yearning for a pull, but gone from the
struggle will be those who would have pulled them from the terrible fall.
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