Assignment Symbiosis

The Contents of a Void

I would not try to fill the void.

I would make it bigger with the blade of a knife

Blood poured inside my hollow soul, but it would never fill because there was a hole at the bottom. A hole which surprisingly was not created by me. It was the source of my despair. Cutting into the void lead to the discovery of that hole and from then on, it was my obsession. What was the cause of such a hideous tear inside me? Surely someone had done this to me.

I found the void by looking in the mirror. I sliced it open with my precious blade because I was convinced I would find something inside, but I found nothing. Nothing besides that disgusting hole at the center of my soul.

Just how deep does this emptiness go?

I could have sworn I was someone, I could have sworn I was alive.

I would not try to fill the void,

I would make it bigger with the blade of a knife.

There was only darkness inside that hole and I kept peering into it hoping I would see something. I turned away from I could not bare to look at myself any longer. Yet I was only greeted by the bloodthirsty eyes of the world. I retreated and the next thing I knew, I was inside the hole. I was in complete darkness yet I felt safe because I was not alone. With me were my knives and razor blades, I was free to expand the void as wide as I pleased. But the question of how I got this hole in the first place still nagged at me. And one day I heard a voice in the darkness which answered my question.

I was born this way

I was born with a hideous hole on the inside. But that wasn’t all, apparently the entire human race was born this way. Yet this made no difference to me, in fact, It made me sick to my stomach! This entire race was infected with these gross holes since birth! How could anyone ever get out if no one was outside to help? Suddenly an urge sprung up inside me, I had to get out. How could I possibly be living inside this hole so comfortably? I wanted so desperately to get out but all my efforts failed and I would sink deeper and deeper into the arms of the hole. Breathless and exhausted I screamed, I wanted someone to come save me, I wanted to see something other than that oppressing darkness. I wanted to see something other than the disgusting welts I carved into my own skin. I was helpless, I was convinced I could never get out on my own. That was when the voice spoke to me again and I will never forget the words that set me free

“He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our sins, the punishment that brought us peace was upon Him and by His wounds we are healed”

The words stopped me cold, I had to know who “He” was, who was this man who loves me so much that he would die to save me?

He was Jesus

I heard his name and I cursed myself. Of course it was Jesus, how could I have looked him over all these years? I would not waste another second. I pleaded to his name I called to him for I knew only he could take me out of that hole. There was a moment of stillness and then I saw it. A stream of blood poured into the hole ever so gently, but this time it was not my blood, it was Christ’s. I feared I would drown, but His blood had a very special power and it carefully lifted me up and out of the hole. Looking behind me I saw the hole gone, my soul was completely restored and healed forever. It was surreal, the light blinded me at first but it is the most beautiful thing I have ever encountered. But let me say, there are holes everywhere around me and I go to them all the time. I do not enter them of course, but I speak into them.

I am the voice in the darkness.

Do not try to fill the void

Neither should you make it bigger as I did

Rather let someone heal it for you

Someone named Jesus Christ.