shadow-walker

The Shadow Walkers:
Born for Dark Places
By. Jon Norsworthy

Can one shine light into the light? Does it really matter if it cannot be seen? What then is its purpose? And yet the smallest twicker of a flame can illuminate the darkest of rooms. This twicker is enough to show the faces of souls and shadows that make up who you are, where you’ve been, and where you are. You will not find, within even these answer, the purpose of the smallest of light in the darkest of places. The purpose is to release a hope so powerful that the forged chains shackling your mind splinter beneath the emerging presence of an ancient truth written across your days before you ever were. The hope is what you were forged to be, the unique way that you alone can bring light into dark places.

If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,”
Even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, the darkness is as light to you.
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place.
When  I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.
(Psalms 139:11-16)

This hope seems so far beyond the realm of possibility for an outsider looking into the dungeons and seeing you shackled from trauma. The distance that must be travelled  and the ominous obstacles to be overcome in order for you to get from where you are, in death’s shadow, to where you’re destined to be, seems beyond all realms of possibility.

As this match-head ignites, there you are hugging your knees and shivering from the exposure of vulnerability with your trauma laid bare amongst those whom you believe define identity by the perception of stalwartness. At one time you were a Guardian, a mighty Guardian, probing into darkness away from those you love so the larger world unaware can experience that which they rarely even appreciate.  Those you protected were so blessed, and yet to them you were invisible paying a dear price for their blessing. But, now you are the feeble as you take the deep risk of opening the doors of your mind and soul upon your knees to your fellow Guardians encircling you. At the moment you open up it is so dark, so very dark, the shadow of death encircles  you and then, then…

There is some quickening about the whisper you hear. Your body responds as though the coach beyond time and space reaches out and draws you near from behind squeezing you shoulders leaning over to speak into the depths of who you are. The words sprinkle into your deepest parts as though a seed left to germinate beneath the desert sands groans with a parched tongue, begging for a drop. Just a single drop of hope will be enough to invigorate you to rise again. And yet the whisper does not speak of simply standing or surviving, it speaks of greatness, “Rise and fly, fly my son and bring this unique light of me in you into the darkest of places. Bring your own whisper to those shackled and shivering waiting upon the ancient hope of what they were meant to be. I want to see a great flock of mighty falcons, resurrected Guardians, each rising as a phoenix from the dungeons as I uniquely shine my light through each of them as well. Obediently with the invigoration of hope, they will spiral up into the light of redemptive hope and restoration to receive from their Creator, the Shepherd of their Souls, the Ancient of Days. As they are strengthened into ‘The Purpose’ written across their hearts before they were conceived, they are then commissioned as birds of prey back into other dark places to whisper the same rays of hope into the troubled ears of those still shackled.”

“You will rise again, oh valiant warrior. You are now commissioned as a Shadow Walker. I will send you back into dark places, back into the valley of the shadow of death in search of other Guardians brought to their own knees and shackled themselves by the Accuser. I need those with the unique design of ‘Guardian’ who overcome their personal fears of the darkness to bring others into the light. I need you to boldly enter the darkest of places to find others like you to bring light to yet others. In so doing you will unleash the greatest insurgency war of all times, a war to liberate the hearts and intentional designs of redeemed humanity. If you want the enemy to be vaporized you must bring this trickle of light and my ancient whisper into the darkest of places.”

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil; for Thou art with me,
Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me. Thou dost prepare a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
(Psalms 23: 4&5a)

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