Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: The Light and Darkness #amwriting #flashfiction


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting SPF.


Credit: Goroyboy

—-

April didn’t always understand what her dad meant or what the Bible stories he read were talking about, but her dad encouraged her to ask questions.

She interrupted. “What’s that mean?”

“What? ‘The Light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it?'”

“Yeah, who wrote that?”

“His name was, John. He was one of Jesus’ disciples.”

“But isn’t the Bible what God says, or Jesus?”

April’s dad ran a hand through his whiskers. “Sometimes God speaks through people such as his disciple, John. He inspires them to write down His words.”

“Do writers like John, put in their personal thoughts into the Bible?” April watched her dad. He tapped his fingers against his lips.

“Yes, sometimes there are times writers write their opinions. But usually, they note that this is their thoughts, and not God’s word.”

“Okay, how does darkness not understand light? They go together don’t they?”

“It’s metaphorical. It means darkness and light stand for something else outside their usual meaning.”

“Why not write what you mean?”

April’s dad laughed, “Sometimes explaining something using symbolic terms, is actually easier to understand than direct terms.”

“I don’t know about that.” April frowned. She twirled her curly auburn hair around her fingers.

Her dad tried again.”Well, light stands for Jesus. He is the light of the world and He demonstrated his love to all people by coming to earth and than dying on the cross for everyone’s sins.”

He clasped his hands, leaning forward. “Those who don’t know God, or Jesus his son, are in the darkness. They live in darkness because they don’t know about Jesus, the light. They don’t know they’re forgiven and that they can go to Heaven by believing in Jesus.”

“How do we help them?” April crinkled in her nose deep in thought.

“I guess, we need to tell them about it. Especially, when they are lost or need help. Or, when they ask you about what you believe. All you have to do is share your faith, the same way you share your about fashion or ringette.”

“It’s hard to do that, Dad.”

She leaned into her dad’s side and he put his arm around her. “Sometimes the best truths in life are the hardest to share, and the hardest for others to understand.”

April nodded, although, she didn’t quite understand herself.

——

©Mandibelle16. (2017)