J Asher
Member
I was abandoned at the entrance of a fire station, by parents I never knew.
As a soldier and medic, I often witnessed firsthand and closeup, the suffering of innocent women and children.
I’d long been deeply troubled by such memories, until I was finally overwhelmed and cried aloud,
“Why must the innocent suffer most of all?”
I didn’t know to even hope for an answer.
Yet, the answer surely came.
“They need not suffer as they do.”
A voice unlike any other.
I turn and She is there.
Beautiful and familiar somehow, Her light embraces me and within it, I awaken.
She places Her hand upon my head and says,
“Read aloud.”
Before me is an open book and I begin.
--John Asher
Theaphanies
As a soldier and medic, I often witnessed firsthand and closeup, the suffering of innocent women and children.
I’d long been deeply troubled by such memories, until I was finally overwhelmed and cried aloud,
“Why must the innocent suffer most of all?”
I didn’t know to even hope for an answer.
Yet, the answer surely came.
“They need not suffer as they do.”
A voice unlike any other.
I turn and She is there.
Beautiful and familiar somehow, Her light embraces me and within it, I awaken.
She places Her hand upon my head and says,
“Read aloud.”
Before me is an open book and I begin.
--John Asher
Theaphanies
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