Known by Name in the Gathering Dark

The house is quiet now, and the silence feels heavy enough to crush you. You wonder if your absence would even ripple the surface of the world — if anyone would notice if you simply ceased to exist.

But there is a Father who sees you in the gathering dark, and He is not willing that even one should perish. You are not a number lost in the crowd.

You are a sheep known by name, sought with a joy that leaves the ninety-nine behind. The light does not scan the horizon for the worthy; it hunts for the lost.

You are seen in extraordinary detail, down to the very hairs of your head. The terror says you are invisible.

The truth says you are so deeply known that nothing about you could ever slip away unnoticed.