Civil war

Groping in the darkness
for something to hold onto.
Screaming in the silence:
no-one answers — what must I do?

Running, clambering,
swaying, staggering,
lurching through the dimness.

What hinders me — or who?
Am I alone — or are we two?

Heaving, struggling,
panting, stumbling;
pain benumbing,
death inviting.

“Who are you,
O my adversary?”

Then in the stillness,
a shaft of light —
blinding, burning —
pierces the gloom,
stabs through my soul,
and suddenly, I know.

I am my foe.

“But there is another power within me that is at war with my mind. This power makes me a slave to the sin that is still within me. Oh, what a miserable person I am! Who will free me from this life that is dominated by sin and death? Thank God! The answer is in Jesus Christ our Lord.”
— Paul’s Letter to the Roman Church (chapter 7, NLT)

This was an old piece, from when I was doing my serving, in Gombe, northern Nigeria, where I learnt the language from which this blog is named. This version differs slightly from the original, though, on account of a little editing to sharpen the voice. But the diffene


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