Inspired by Jesus Ruiz (Junior)

A riddle. A revelation. A rescue.

As someone who makes the claim that Jesus is Lord—
That He has saved me from sin and given me eternal life—
I carry something heavy.

Not a burden of doubt, but of grief.
A grief born of experience and observation.

It wakes me in the night.
It staggers me in the day.
It whispers in silence and roars in prayer.

It’s the weight the Spirit bears within me—
Grieving for the friend,
the brother,
the sister,
the mother,
the father…
who choose sin over salvation.

And in that grief, I’ve seen a new danger:
A flesh that flinches from truth.
A heart that confuses compassion with compromise.
A voice that grows quiet when it should shine.

Because the truth? It exposes.
It divides light from darkness.
And when the lies we love are pulled into the light—
we either repent… or retreat.

But There Is a Morning.

And there is a Light.
Not the harsh glare of shame—
But the gentle blaze of rescue.
The kind that sobers the soul.
The kind that fills, not numbs.
The kind that says, Come walk with Me… in the light.

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We’ve hidden a mystery in this space.

A riddle.
A revelation.
A rescue.

And if you feel the weight of twilight—or the ache for those who do—
I invite you to seek the rest of this journey for yourself:

👉 Explore in THIDDEN → “Twilight’s Cup, Morning’s Light”