This Little Light of Mine: Why Don’t I Let It Shine?

I awoke in a dark wood. Spirits darted in the shadows, and death made easy prey of men.How would anyone find the narrow path of safety in such an unbelieving world? Man, woman, and child stepped over the slain into the grave, one after another.The Wood was named Without Hope and Without God. I heard the sighs, groans, and sobs of the Already Condemned. They moaned,We hope for light, and behold, darkness,      and for brightness, but we walk in gloom. We grope for t