The voice in the Alley: Crying out for change

He stood and stared into the darkness with bloodshot, sunken eyes. His body stagnant with the tiredness of life. The sudden welling of water in his eyes made him seem scared and alone as a tear fell down his wrinkled cheek. “I love you”, a voice like rushing water surrounded him like a flood. The alley seemed mysterious as it made dark shapes. This voice was suddenly recognised. He knew this was God.


There he was in the street, shouting and swaying as he staggered out the bar. All his friends seemed to go away as the night dragged on. He was left alone. In the dead of night city lights, he wondered out toward his home. A blurred image approached him and then went away like a passing car. “Come back!” he slurred, lights seemed to fade away and merge together into one darkness. Then black. He woke the next morning with the sound of rushing cars outside his flat window and the familiar smell of city life. His head thumping in his skull. The light hurt his eyes, the feeling of loneliness and confusion lingered and held its place in the room. His clothes, drained in alcohol from the night before. He waited. He lay there for a while, thinking if he had a place in the world, why he had such an empty feeling everyday he woke, why he hated himself so much, he tried desperately to drink himself to death.  These thoughts seemed to rush around in his mind like a furious hurricane, it later calmed, interupted by the beeping of cars outside.

He dragged himself out his chair and stared vaguely at the four walls that surrounded him. “Jason!” Someone called him and banged on the door. He rubbed his head with his battered hand. “John!” Then more banging. “What?!” He finally answered and made a slow move to the door. Latch by latch he unlocked it and a familiar face was seen through the portrait gap. When John realised who it was, his heart sunk in his chest and his palms became sweaty. The mans face was narrow and stern as he frowned impatiently. He wore a black cloak-like coat and a brown winter scarf. The man pushed his way in and commanded his attention with his actions. “What did I tell you?” He got straight to the point, didn’t waste any time. Looking swiftly at his watch, he brushed his hair with his long hands. “I don’t have time for this, I told you, you had five days. You blew it. You don’t care, so neither do I. Your out today.” Life stopped around John and his heart with it, he tried to sync the sound with his lips, but time seemed to stay still in that moment. “But you said I had more time,” his voice crumbled into a timid shudder. Silence. The man looked at John as if it were code. His eyes went right through him and stared viciously into the wall behind. He was nothing. At least that’s how he felt. The man got up out the bruised chair and made his way quickly out the room. John watch him hopelessly through the window as he disappeared into the bustling city street. John took a few moments. He rubbed his tired eyes and tried to come to terms with the truth as he cradled his weak head in his hands.

immediately, John packed his tattered bag with what he had left and rushed out the door. As he made his way down the flights of stairs, he noticed eyes watching him through one of the corridor windows. Feeling embarrassed, he continued out into the street. Where was he going? He didn’t know, he just walked and walked for hours, the city changed around him as it became dark and rowdy. The lights called him into the tempting nightlife, but now that didn’t seem to matter to him anymore. He wasn’t lured into the drunkenness that helped him waste his life away. Instead, he made his way through the lights into a familiar park he had once been in. The way seemed clear, although the surroundings were deceiving and dark. He entered, there was a small shelter which he spotted. It seemed bleak, but safe.

Carefully preparing his sleeping bag, he now felt the cold tugging his hands and feet like a child. The stars seemed mysterious and the night uncaring. Hunger began to cry out like a deafening silence that couldn’t be ignored, but it had to be. Then, he noticed a piece of broken glass not far from where he lay. “Go on,” he heard a strange, yet quiet whisper, like a hissing snake, telling him to end it all. “It will be easy.” The darkness played games with his mind as it came and went like the tide. It seemed like an easy way out. Not questioning the origin of the voice, he grabbed the slate of glass and began to cut.

A large drop of blood fell on the cold concrete. Then another. Pain rushed to his wrist a little after.

He stopped. “I can’t,” he whispered. “I can’t” the whisper turned into a distressed cry, it echoed around and the birds fled from the surrounding trees into the night. John began to weep and his soul released his sadness, he wailed himself to sleep.

Then tugging, “Hey.”

He felt someone pulling him from his rest. A man, like him, alone and anxious looking. The stench of alcohol reached his nose. “Hey, this is my spot, you’re in my spot.” The man insisted. It was still dark, John felt worn out and overwhelmed. “What did you do to yourself?” the guy slurred as he observed the redness around his wrist and the stained blood on the cold concrete. “It’s nothing,” John began to gather himself together, not wanting to resist. He covered his wrist and started out again as he walked from the park with the mans silhouette slowly disappearing in the darkness. The man stood and stared back as far as he could see into the distance. John walked past the park rails and back into the city streets. He paused for a while, the sound of cars and clubs ringing in his ears. He then came across an alley…

Turning in, he felt he wanted to be alone. He stood and stared into the darkness with bloodshot, sunken eyes. His body stagnant with the tiredness of life. The sudden welling of water in his eyes made him seem scared and alone as a tear fell down his wrinkled cheek. “I love you”, a voice like rushing water surrounded him like a flood. The alley seemed mysterious as it made dark shapes. This voice was suddenly recognised. He knew this was God. God compiled his life into a snapshot in a split second before his eyes. His life had suddenly changed forever.

This is just a short story of how Life-changing God is. There are loads of real-life stories like this one, where God has broken drink problems, drug problems, emotional issues ect in people’s lives. This short story is about someone giving up and being at their last resort in life. God knows us fully and he wants the best for us. If we let him into our lives and commit ourselves to him, he will take us into his hands, forever. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed the story. Keep your eyes peeled for the next post!


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