Workers of the Light

Imagine there is this ancient town where in the innermost square of the city is a well of fire. This will geysers fire into the sky with unfathomable heights. The flames are strong and jubilant, dancing and swirling with freedom. As the pillar of fire reaches skyward, it also sends out arms of fire in all directions away from the well. These arms of fire crawl outward, never singing the landscape and never slaying a living creature. When the arms of fire have spread out enough, they burrow into the ground, creating a web of roots. These roots, too, are of fire and they branch out throughout the underbelly of the city. Tree begin to sprout via the roots of fire and tower above the inhabitants. As the trees continue to grow, fruit blossoms speckle the branches and eventually enough fruits of fire fill the branches of the trees all throughout the landscape of the city.

The inhabitants of the city live in this light with appreciation. For in all directions leading away from the City of Light, darkness reigns and enshrouds other cities of the world. The inhabitants of the City of Light eventually formed themselves into two sects of people. The one sect began to become engulfed by the fire and wore the flames intently. The other sect only lived in the Light and remained unaffected by the fire raging through the town. These ones, who call themselves the Inhabitants of the Light, place themselves throughout the city without any real concern for the people who live on the other side of the walls. Some Inhabitants of the Light live on the walls themselves, but soon become unstable. For as they live on the Boundary of the Darkness and Light, they find themselves entranced by the darkness and wonder the lifestyles of living in the darkness. They envision life without the constant array of fire that dances about them. They wonder at the life that could be lived under the guise of darkness, never to be seen by friends or family. Some remain in the City of Light merely because they fear the darkness more than they are awed by it. They fear death and fear what dwells in the darkness.

Then there is the sect who call themselves the Workers of the Light. These people view life in the light and in the darkness differently. They understand that life in darkness is lived in fear of death and fear of light. They realize that the people in the darkness are not sources to be feared, but rather to be loved as much as people in the light are loved. The Workers of the Light consistently put on cloaks of fire and bear a torch lit with the direct flames of the well, venturing out into the darkness to establish light in the darkness. They claim the safety that the light gives them to ward of the fears that the darkness attempts to enchant them with. They enter cities of darkness and find people to share the light with. They realize the torch they bear cannot erupt the entire world in light, but they know that it is enough to engulf one or two Inhabitants of the Darkness.

As the Workers of the Light continue their journey back and forth between the Well of Fire and the budding cities of light, they work to build a fountain of fire in the liberated new cities of light. As the fountain is built, more Inhabitants of the Darkness embrace the light given by the Workers of the Light and burn away their cloaks of darkness and put on cloaks of fire, burning with the same embers of the Workers of Light. They live no longer in fear of what the darkness may hold for their light shines in the darkness and they see the world as it is meant to be seen and may live free from fear.

That is not to say the task of the traveling Workers of Light nor the duty of the newfound Workers of Light is unchallenged. For there are Workers of Darkness just as fervent, if not more, as their counterparts of Light. They gather in all their power to put out the light they bear, whether it is by murder or by influences of fear. The Workers of Darkness never stand idle as their cities are defeated by the light and they have begun to set up sentries at the untouched cities of darkness. As the Workers of Light venture out into new lands, the Sentries of Darkness pounce and stifle the light to the best of their powers. Some succeed while others despair in their defeat to the light.

The thought that compels the Workers of Light to never quit is that one day the planted fountains of fire will eventually spring out and connect the Cities of Light around the world with bands of fire, leading back to the Well of Fire in the grand City of Light. While there is danger from the Sentries of Darkness and while there is fear by the Workers of Darkness, there is power in the light that is unmatched if dear is dispelled. They journey out with their cloaks and torches, meeting the Inhabitants of Darkness to bring to them the light that can burn away their darkness and end their fears.

The challenge for the Workers of Light is ever fierce. Never is there a day in which they can pass on their burning fires with little oppression of the darkness. Even when there are no Workers of Darkness present, the darkness itself is thick and haunting. Though there be fire dancing within their spirits and leaping from their shoulders on the ground around, the darkness lies in hideous wait, watching for moments to drown out the light. For the darkness is not an idle conception, flowing through the world on a breeze; it is on an endeavor to reign. Darkness finds richness in the unseen and in the frightfulness of the unknown. The glory of its riches is to pursue deeper, madder darkness. The pinnacle of fulfillment is the decline in humanity into uncontrollable chaos and panic. It is in respect to this nature the darkness has to magnify itself that the Workers of Light battle ferociously against.

With intent to enrich the soils with the fountains of fire which are blossomed by the torch burning with the flames of the Well of Fire, the Workers of Light travel the highlands and lowlands. Yet despite such resolve, the level of their fervor diminishes with each seedling of fire planted within the minds of the Inhabitants of Darkness. For they are not simply providing an enlightenment of the light in which they produce a kindling of fire; but rather the Workers of Light give away a portion of their fire to burn away the darkness and give birth to an Inhabitant of Light. When the Workers of Light give away their light, they must return to the Well of Fire to be rekindled with the ever-flowing flames which radiate into the entirety of the City of Light.

As the newly birthed Inhabitants of Light find their flames and burn away the darkness, they are presented with an assortment of paths to travel. One is to stay where they are and remain an Inhabitant of Light, though much distant from the City of Light. However, with that is the risk of being overpowered by the darkness of their city and lose their light, resulting in a low-burning ember. Another option is to make a pilgrimage to the City of Light and embrace the warming flames of the Well of Fire and remain affixed to the city, never choosing to leave again. Such a choice keeps them in the sect of the Inhabitants of Light. Yet a third choice remains for them. They may choose to become a Worker of Light and make continuous pilgrimages to the Well of Fire all the while birthing the light which burns away darkness into Inhabitants of Darkness. As they continue to choose this path, they will soon be a part of a blossoming of a fountain of fire which would radiate the fires throughout the city, becoming a city of light, burning away the darkness within and shining against the darkness without.

Diligence must always be named among the Workers of Light. They must carry their torches with pure determination to see humanity banish fear and dispel darkness. They must walk with their minds on the Well of Fire. When they notice themselves dimming and darkness tries to persuade them to remain in the darkness which surrounds them, they must ever resolve to return to the Well of Fire and once again reignite the flames that radiate through their bodies and dance off of their clothes. They must also dip their torch into the Spire of Fire to redeem the embers which grew soft during the journey. If they refuse to live with such devotion to the maintaining of their fire, they will eventually find themselves lost in the darkness, torn between embracing the darkness and returning to the light. For in the twilight there is much deception to what the deep darkness holds. It promises freedom from the burden of light-bearing; it promises joys and rewards for embracing the darkness; it promises to some kingdoms of darkness to reign over. The twilight distorts the line between dark and light and questions rise to the importance of light. For if one can see fine in such dim light, certainly they can see well enough to navigate the darkness and remain fearless. Or so they imagine.

But the light beckons. It reaches high into the heavens rooted at the Well of Fire: a beacon of truth and of life without fear. It spirals far above the City of Light to remind the Workers of Light that the darkness is nothing to desire. If only those who find themselves in the twilight look to the beacon and take a couple steps toward the City of Light, the deceptions of the darkness will fade into the depths from which they come.

The hope of all Workers of Light is to see the entire world in light and unite together with fellow Workers and Inhabitants of Light to burn away the final traces of darkness one day. They hope for that final day when the Well of Fire interconnects with the Fountains of Fire and course light like veins through the world. And when that happens, the world will welcome a new age to its citizens. An age of final fearlessness. An age of pure light filling every edge of the world. An age of communion in the light, never to be assaulted by the darkness or the Workers of Darkness again.

And for such a new age, the Workers of Light bear a saying in their minds and hearts when they rise from sleep, when they walk their course, and when they lie down to sleep: “May I fill my being with the fire which burns away fear and darkness and may I give it away to those who walk in darkness. May they, too, fill themselves with that fire and give it away freely. So that we may work together to burn away darkness and remind each other of the Well of Fire which clothes them with fearlessness and light.”

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So I am here, to be a worker of the Light of God. As I give my portion of light of God which burns away the darkness of sin, I must purpose my heart to return to the source consistently to be rejuvenated in His power and love and Light.

May I continue to saturate my heart in the wisdom of God, and consecrate my passions to the will of Christ, and devote my ideas and imaginations to the mind of Christ.