Ten Reasons to Appreciate the “Two Structures of God’s Redemptive Mission” Theory (4th of Ten)

A Story

How long ago did the entrance to this cave collapsed? C. S. Lewis was right; people sitting in complete darkness do not know whether an hour or a day has passed. We should not have come here, not this far into the thing, not through the narrow places and under the crawling spaces. There was plenty of crying at first, when the cave-in blocked our way back. It got worse when someone in the dark yelled “Rats,” and I could feel them sniffing along my legs. But crying gave way to silence and coughing. Something oily dripped down my back until I was sitting in it.

Then I heard a footstep. I felt a person next to me. He knelt and felt around for a stone. He struck it with his magic rock—it seemed magic to me, though as it turned out it was a piece of flint—and for one moment I saw his face. He struck the stone again and struck it time and again repeatedly until he could start a small fire. I was sure I was not dreaming. I asked his name. “My name is Abraham. Now listen,” he said, “I am going to find my way to other people in the cavern beyond. As for you, take this flint and go that way. God will guide you. Strike the flint against a stone, start a small fire, and give this flint to the next person. We will bring light to all who are in this black hellscape.”

He held out several pieces of flint to me. I looked at them and said, “I’ll think about it.”