See, a king will reign in righteousness and rulers will rule with justice. Each one will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert and the shadow of a great rock in a thirsty land. Isaiah 32:1-2
Darkness is all he can see. It colors everything. It clouds beauty, reality, and truth. He doesn't know it, but he is moving by hearing, by following the sound of your voice. He hears righteousness and it moves him, but he is blind. For now. Until now, this precise moment, when the sky cracks and the light comes pouring in to embrace him. It is the first time since he was a child that he has used his God-given sight. He doesn't quite remember how to do it, but focuses on each of us one at a time. He looks into our eyes and sees life. This is marvelous, he thinks, and his thoughts become actions. Reaching up, boldly, he tears away the rest of the sky. Then, it is just him and the stars. They are not random as he supposed. Each is purposeful. So is he. Not random. Not adrift. On purpose. This is how he becomes a king.
It had all started when he heard, "You need to turn to the Lord so you can see in the dark."
He didn't know what it meant, at first.