I awoke in a dark wood. Spirits darted in the shadows, and death made easy prey of men.
How would anyone find the narrow path of safety in such an unbelieving world? Man, woman, and child stepped over the slain into the grave, one after another.
The Wood was named Without Hope and Without God. I heard the sighs, groans, and sobs of the Already Condemned. They moaned,
We hope for light, and behold, darkness,
and for brightness, but we walk in gloom.
We grope for the wall like the blind;
we grope like those who have no eyes;
we stumble at noon as in the twilight,
among those in full vigor we are like dead men.
We all growl like bears;
we moan and moan like doves;
we hope for justice, but there is none;
for salvation, but it is far from us. (Isaiah 59:9–11)
How can such be saved?
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