o John； through he rage andweeping； and fire； and darkness； and flood：
‘Yes；’ said the voice； ‘go through。 Go through。’
‘Lift me up；’ whispered John； ‘lift me up。 I can’t go through。’
‘Go through；’ said the voice； ‘go through。’
Then there was silence。 The murmuring ceased。 There was only this trebling beneath him。
And he knew there was a light somewhere。
‘Go through。’
‘Ask Him to take you through。’
But he could never go through this darkness； through this fire and this wrath。 He nevercould go through。 His strength was finished； and he could not move。 He belonged to the darkness—the darkness from which he had thought to flee had claimed him。 And he moaned again；weeping； and lifted up his hands。
‘Call on Him。 Call on Him。’
‘Ask Him to take you through。’
Dust rose again in his nostrils； sharp as the fumes of Hell。 And he turned again in thedarkness； trying to remember something he had heard； something he had read。
Jesus saves。
And he saw before him the fire； red and gold； and waiting for him—yellow； and red； andgold； and burning in a night eternal； and waiting for him。 He must go through this fire； and into thisnight。
Jesus saves。
Call on Him。
Ask Him to take you through。
He could not call； for his tongue would not unlock； and his heart was silent； and great withfear。 In the darkness； how to move？—with death’s ten thousand jaws agape； and waiting in thedarkness。 On any turning whatsoever the beast may spring—to move in the darkness is to moveinto the moving jaws of death。 And yet； it came to him that he must move； for there was a lightsomewhere； and life； and joy； and singing—somewhere； somewhere above him。
And he moaned again： ‘Oh； Lord； have mercy