Your young men will see visions...

A young man sat daydreaming in the back-row of the chapel. In those days the word of the Lord was rare among men and not many had visions. Suddenly the young man's lazy afternoon thoughts were shattered by a startlingly vivid vision.

A voice said, "Son of man, look upon the world!"

And lo, I looked and rising up above the fields

of the earth was a great and terrible masculine

form, rising up on the edges of the horizon. He

had eyes like coal and a bloody scourge hung from 

his hand. He towered above the masses of screaming 

humanity that groveled at his feet. 

I beheld the name of this behemoth - he was Sin, and 

all are enslaved by him.

The young man awoke from his vision and cried out to the Lord.

"What shall be done?!?!" he cried.

The Lord said unto him "The one whom the Son of Man sets free shall be free indeed. I have set you free, go and do unto others likewise."

At that moment, the young man's mind was filled with a myriad of fleeting pictures and impressions; unlocking chains, pouring water, soothing the distraught, feeding the hungry, tending the sick... On and on it went, the young man being laid low under the intensity of the onslaught. Finally the young man bowed his head and, in a broken voice barely above a whisper prayed, "Your will be done..."