My Origin Story

I was in my vehicle, when a blinding bolt of lightning raced across the sky, followed by a loud crack of thunder. I could feel the rumbling in my chest as the streetlights flickered.

The heavy rain began to fall, and I strained to see beyond my headlights. The wind became stronger, and lightening flashed again and much closer this time. I was certain God was about to end me!

Before I had a chance to beg for mercy, darkness took the lonely road. I kept my hands steady on the wheel, when something otherworldly occurred.

Within the sky, the blade of a massive sword broke through the clouds. The blade was like crystal, and the hilt was ornate. The sword was bigger than a semitruck and headed straight for me—fast.

The sword fell, until it crashed into the road ahead of me and vanished. The darkness lifted, and the lights returned to shine upon a new person. I had been struck with an overwhelming amount of inspiration that was all-encompassing.

Within the experience, that only lasted about four seconds, I shouted, “Weapons passed down from generation to generation!” I also saw much more than a sword.

I had some sort of vision beyond the weapon. Even today, I struggle to capture that moment with words. It was like a dream, but I couldn’t escape. It was real, terrifying and beautiful at the same time.

I saw a world eclipsed with darkness, and a powerful weapon pushing against evil. Wise kings pursued the good for all people, while wickedness sought to crush them. My imagination exploded with imagery, and I raced home charged with excitement.

It fell from the sky with a flash, and within its light, I had been changed.