I had to take a walk into my desert far away from the lights of my beautiful city. I had to go into the darkness and sleep in the crevices of my rocky despair. I took no solace from the wind of God on my face or his cool water on my parched tongue. I walked so far to a point where there was no god; only me and the scorpions biting at my heel. I heard my ever-near companion confirming my doubts; mocking my despair. And then one day, a man came across the dunes to where I lay withered and dried up. He took me in his arms and said nothing. He gave me nothing. He did nothing for my soul; a dried barren waste land of dark despair. In my greatest need, when I needed the most proof, I got what I needed the most. This man picked me up, laid me on his cross, and carried me out of his desert.