The Cover Of Night

I woke up in my recliner around 2 A.M. this morning. My sleep patterns have been really weird this week. Between putting in a lot of physical work and not getting much rest throughout the past several evenings, I have been getting up several hours before my work day has even began. Last night I had dinner, took a shower and passed out in my chair. I was done. No work today, and it feels good to not have to run out of the door this morning and put in another round of labor!
2 A.M. Wow. Years ago, that was about the time my shift would end. I had a second-shift job, and the life that I’d chosen to live had nothing to do with coming home and passing out in a recliner. That life was still full of strange sleep patterns, but for very different reasons.
The story of my past is very different than the current. Very. After most of my current work days, I drive home, eat dinner with family, and then put my feet up. I am sitting here this morning and thinking about the drastic contrasts of the past and present lifestyle. After most work evenings in earlier years, I would drive to my friend’s house, smoke and drink until noon, and then pass out. Or, after work I would drive to Kentucky, or maybe Tennessee, and buy drugs. Or, myself and a few others would go out and do some very shady stuff, with some very shady people. It all depended on what the plans were within our, “live fast, die young” lives. The cover of the night brought on many different thoughts of sinful pleasure.
I find it very hard to believe that I had chosen some of the unfathomable ways in years passed. I was a really horrible man, in my own eyes. There are many things that I have done that would have people in disgust. In awe. In deep prayer for me. But, that was then. Today is not full of the things that are covered by the darkness. Now, there is a light that shines within me that really makes me fear that sinful lifestyle. That light, that presence of God, now fills the void. The void that I was filling with the nightlife, and the things of it.
I heard Billy Graham speaking a few years ago about the cover of night, and about how the devil can sway people to do his works within it. Sure, the devil can sway us at whatever time, and I cannot remember word for word what Mr. Graham had said exactly, but it made me really think about a few things. It made me think about all of those past experiences under the cover of night. Those were times when the Lord was just the maker of the physical world to me. I didn’t think about Him. I didn’t read his Word. He didn’t matter. The nightlife was not sinful. The pleasure of being numb and excited, was great. But really, was it great? Was it great, having to drive for miles with illegal substances in the vehicle? Was it great, staying up from the effects of drugs for days? Was it nice, watching myself and my circle of people die slowly, while changing physically and mentally from the junk that we were consuming? Honestly, did I even think about the consequences at the time? No. The cover of the dark also covered my eyes to the reality of it all. The veil was not lifted until I started to see that the devil was VERY real, and that God was wanting me to bask in His light. Not die in the darkness.
In Luke 12:2-3 NKJV, it says, “For there is nothing covered that will not be revealed, nor hidden that will not be known. Therefore whatever you have spoken in the dark will be heard in the light, and what you have spoken in the ear in inner rooms will be proclaimed on the housetops.”The cover of the dark will not hide anything from the Lord, even though it may hide us from the police, or the lights that may reveal our shame. The light that the Lord shines upon me keeps me on a good schedule, even when the sleep is poor, and for that I am very thankful. I will gladly take the early morning darkness illuminated by the Lord, instead of that same darkness that was once filled with the craftiness of that old devil, and his dreadful ways.

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