Death to Darkness

The time has come for the Prince of Darkness to send forth the spirit of Darkness which he himself has spawned.  This spirit roams the highways and byways of the land, leaving behind a cloud of living darkness that is infested with all manners of demons that are intent on creating havoc wherever they go.  All manner of debauchery takes place within its confines. 

Lying is its host, making promises to all who enter that no one will know what takes place under the cover of this great darkness, and pleasures beyond measure await them.  The Beguiling spirit works to sear the conscience of those who are fighting temptation.  Those who do enter seem to be oblivious to the shrieks and cries that lie deep within this black pit.  They do not realize Darkness is the doorway to hell. 

They have come to love the dark rather than the light because their deeds are evil, they welcome it.  The stench of rotting souls mingled with bitter tears is its perfume. 

 This spirit seeps into our schools where all vestige of light has been removed.  All the demons of hell roam its hallways, and our children are their prey.

It slithers into our churches.  Pride, Unbelief, Gossip, and a whole host of demons are busy preparing for his arrival.  The minds of many readily accept Darkness when he comes, for the hearts of the people have waxed cold.

Darkness invades our judicial system and all forms of government throughout the world preparing for the arrival of the one predicted; the one who will emerge from the pit.  Darkness takes upon itself the form of a man; the Antichrist.

Darkness is a living force that covers the earth in the hearts of men.   It gives life to Death, for it comes from its source, the Prince of Darkness whose purpose is to kill, steal, and destroy, and Death must be about its father’s business.

Lies cause Satan, its father, to believe he has won the battle for he sees that Darkness has covered the earth.  But The Light of the World, Jesus Himself, bursts upon the scene, and Death, Hell, and the Grave are swallowed up in victory.  “O DEATH, WHERE IS THY STING?  OH GRAVE, WHERE IS THY VICTORY?”