I Once Fell in a Well

This post is dedicated to those going through a hard time. And yes... I do mean You.

I once fell in a well. Oh it was the most terrible thing. The darkness enveloped me, drowning in the cold dank water I couldn’t breathe it was hopeless. In my struggles and wretchedness I clawed at the sides gripping the sharp rocks, cutting and bruising my fingers, hoping to climb out. Each time I grabbed the more I slipped and sank, in every try my strength failed and left me bit by bit. Overcome with exhaustion I felt nothing but despair and fear. The fear, it gripped me and wouldn’t let go. I was going to die. I knew it was over.

In the silence no one could hear me. I screamed and screamed for help. Oh, for someone to save me, to save me from the grave. I was not ready to die. I cried and cried with my last breath for someone, for another chance. I did not want to die.

Someone heard me. His name was Confucius. I could see him peering over. He told me if you get out, don’t fall in again. I cried “Save Me!” and he looked down and said don’t fall in again the next time and you will be safe. I cried out “Save Me!” and he walked away. I was alone.

In the darkness I heard another voice. It was Buddha. He told me not to struggle, to drown with happiness. To desire to live is meaningless, for desire is the cause of suffering. You are suffering because of your desire to live. Do not desire and give in. You will be free. I cried “Save Me! Please save me! I don’t want to die!” But he was gone.

I cried out with all my remaining strength, “Someone please save me!” A band of people soon gathered. Among them were great men, great men of thought. Nietzsche, Kant, Kierkegaard, Hume, Hegel, Camus, Sartre and many others stood in a ring. They stared at me with dead soulless eyes, devoid of hope. I thought they would save me. Mockingly, they cried back “Save Yourself! You can do anything if you believe! You fell down here, you can get out. There is no one to save you but you. There is no God that hears. God does not care. There is no God. God is dead. You are alone but you can do it. Save yourself!”

Strengthened with new resolve I gripped the edges tightly, willing myself from fear, clawing and fighting refusing to give in. But the more I tried, the more I fell.

I was slowly going, sinking, sinking to the depths. But there was another figure. He too, peered over. His name was Muhammad. He told me you have to obey Allah. He told me his laws. He told me I did not obey Allah’s laws. He told me you’re in a well because it is destined that you fall. He told me I was lost because it was Allah’s will. Everything is predestined and Allah will save who he chooses to save. You have failed because you cannot climb out. You have to work to be free and you fell. I listened with despair, thinking I was never good enough and will surely perish.

Moses and Elijah looked down. They were filled with sadness when they saw me struggling, but they could not do anything. They too, told me I have failed God. I did not obey his law. I am here because I broke the covenant and the law could not save me. The law is powerless to save. They could not save. I wept and wept, wishing for a second chance.

I became angry that no one would help. No one truly cared. No one.

And then I heard “Why not become God? God can do anything and you can be God. Just let go. The well is not the end. You will come back for the wheels of life and death is a curse but you can be free and be one with us.”

“Who spoke?” I looked around with fear.

Brahman, Vishnu and Shiva replied in one voice. “We did.”

“How do I this!? How do I escape!?” I cried back, hoping against hope this would be true.

“You cannot escape. But empty your mind, be one with the universe for we are all God. Do good and you will be complete. You can be one with us. Be one with the universe. Be one, for we are all God.”

I was filled again with anguish for I could not do that which they asked. I couldn’t do it. “Don’t you understand!? I don’t want to be God! I just want to get out of here! Help me please! I just want to get out!” I pleaded and pleaded for them to save. But they could not.

Soon, I could struggle no more. I heard the Devil shout with glee as the evils from hell pulled me under. Their clammy hands pulled, grabbed and tore at my crying soul, lost in the blackness. Satan said “Serve Me and I will reward you! I will give you this well and everything in the World. But denounce God and worship me!” I cried out “I just want to get out!” He laughed and said “You cannot get out. But I will make you master of the well. The well will be a place of paradise! Serve Me!”

I cried back “But I hate this well! I would never want this! Please just get me out! Get me out and I will serve you!” There was no reply and dread overcame me. Satan knew that even he, with all the splendour of his world, could not save. He could only kill, steal and destroy. And I knew then it was all in vain. It was hopeless. There was no one who could save. The well is the end. And I would die.

As the demons of hell pulled me under the murky depths, I resigned to fate, giving up all hope that I had.

And it was then, in the midst of utter misery and despair, I saw a man.

His name was Jesus. He looked at me from above and with tears in his eyes, he climbed down. He climbed down the well to the horrible place where I was. As he climbed, he got cut and bruised. Many times his descent was fraught with difficulty for the well was deep, dark and treacherous. Many times his blood flowed from the cruel cuts the rocks inflicted upon his hands.

But he never gave up.

He climbed down. He climbed down and reached out his hand. He never said a word. He reached out his hand and I grabbed it.

He pulled me towards him and said “I Love You. I will get you out of here.” And with me in his arms, he carried me out. He carried me out of the well.

He saved me when no one else would.

Now I know the Power of the Gospel, the love of Jesus Christ and his great love for each one of us. That he would die for us. That he would give everything and do anything, even dying and dying on a cross. All for you, so you would be saved. For everyone else said “Do this and that. Work and you shall live. Save yourself. Let Go. It is hopeless.” But only Jesus came down. He came down to that dark, dank well of hopelessness and evil. And he carried me out in his arms.


He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. - Psalm 40:2



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