Darkness shrouds the landscape; the eerie shadows cast by a distant sliver of the moon are strewn across the pathway. Wind rustles through the leaves of a few lone trees across the desolate war torn landscape, softly sighing as if it could hardly bear the dark things it witnessed.

…And here, I meet God. The Voice of Eternity, piercing even the heart of man, speaks in the stillness.

That I, a poor needy human, could find a personal relationship with my Lord, is a thought too high for me. It is too wonderful; I cannot fathom it. I cannot begin to comprehend the love the Creator has for me that he would stoop so low, as to die for me. And that death being solely that I might be at peace with him and that I might once more commune as a son to my Father.

A cry for Godly men of faith and renown.