(If you haven’t seen it, you might want to read Part 1 first.)
And so, rejoicing, the girl in white went on until she came to a place where the darkness pressed, thick and heavy. Her steps grew hesitant, though she continued on, and her circle of light seemed to be squeezed smaller.
“Father,” she whispered, “I am afraid.”
“I am here,” said the Voice, but it sounded weak and distant.
Her heart trembled.
Suddenly, from the darkness rushed five men in dark armor, their faces cruel and evil, where no hint of compassion survived. They surrounded her and struck her with fiery arrows and merciless blows.
“Worthless!” one of them snarled.
“Failure! Can’t even properly handle a few darts.”
“A disgrace to her own King!” shouted another.
She cowered, trying desperately to hide beneath her shield, but it seemed about the size of a mustard seed. “Father!” she cried. “I do not know what to do.”
Her attackers laughed as she shuddered in a little heap on the ground.
Then they fell silent and drew back. Tears rolling down her face, she dared to look up.
There stood her Saviour. He bent down and lifted her, folding her into His embrace. “I love you,” He whispered in her ear. “You are Mine, and no one can snatch you away.” Softly, He sang over her, and He kept on until her sobs quieted.
Though the hideous men had withdrawn, they still stood near. They wouldn’t fight the Saviour directly, but they waited for a chance to strike again at the girl.
But as she calmed, the Saviour said, “Draw your sword.”
With a shaking hand, she obeyed. Her Saviour’s scarred hand closed over hers on the sword hilt, and He said, “Now fight. I will help you.”
So she spoke. “There is therefore now no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus, who do not walk according to the flesh, but according to the Spirit.1
“But if we walk in the light as He is in the light, … the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanses us from all sin.2
“I will rejoice greatly in the LORD, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for He has clothed me with the garments of salvation, He has covered me with the robe of righteousness.3
“For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”4
As she quoted the words, she found her heart blessed, her strength renewed. Under her Saviour’s guidance, the sword flashed with devastating sureness. For against these enemies, the wounds were not inflicted for healing, but for death. The fight was long, but when at last the men fled, the victory was exhilarating.
Turning to face her Champion, the girl knelt. Tears of gratitude streamed over her cheeks, as, taking His hands in hers, she bowed her head on them. “Thank you,” she whispered. “You never leave me, but always go with me. You are so good. I love you.”
Her Saviour drew her close in his arms. “I care for you, daughter. I love you. Keep relying on Me; keep calling on Me. My grace is sufficient in your weakness.”
Her Saviour disappeared from sight, but she knew He was still with her. For a while, she remained on her knees, thanking Him and rejoicing in His grace.
From the shadows, the girl in black watched in awe. She could not deny the light was a wonderful, powerful thing. She longed to go to the kneeling girl, to ask if she could walk in the light, to find if she could converse with the Owner of the incomprehensible Voice. Could she have that kind Person for her friend, Who had fought to defend the girl in white?
Unable to bring herself to step into the circle of light, the girl in black turned away. Only to meet the same five men who attacked the girl in white. Exulting over her weakness, they beat her down, taunting her.
She could do nothing, and there was no one to call on. Still, she screamed. “Help, please!”
Without warning, she was covered in that glorious light. She looked up to see the girl in white facing the men with no trace of fear.
“Depart, in the name of Jesus,” ordered the girl in white. “For the LORD reigns, He is clothed with majesty.5
“A fire goes before Him, and burns up His enemies round about.”6 Once more the beaming sword flashed forth, and the enemies fled.
The girl in white dropped to her knees beside their victim. “Did they hurt you?”
The girl in black sat up and clasped the other’s arm. “Can I walk in the light like you?”
“If you are willing to surrender everything–your desires, your habits, your very life–to the Giver of light, you can.”
“What shall I do?”
The girl in white smiled. “Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and you will be saved.7
“For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.8
“But if you confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in your heart that God has raised Him from the dead, you will be saved.”9
So the girl in black bowed her head and called on Jesus, confessing her sin and pleading for help. Suddenly the Saviour was there, His arms about her, guiding her, speaking to her, showing her what to do. She felt warm and safe, and looked up to find the light shining upon her and through her. Her black garments had been replaced with a dress of snowy white.
Turning, she looked into the eyes of her Saviour. “Thank You.” She could say no more.
“I love you, daughter.” With those words, He disappeared from view.
She had the strangest sensation that He was still there. She turned to her companion, who wept, but with unmistakable joy in her smile.
“Can we walk together?” asked the girl formerly in black.
“Yes, for as long as our Father bids our paths coincide. You are my sister now.”
The two girls embraced. Then together they rose and started out again, their voices blending into a sweet song of praise.
And the oppressive darkness of the place had lost some of its weight. Somehow the power of their light was pushing back the darkness.
So they rejoiced in the glory of the marvelous Light.
21 John 1:7