The challenges one faces in serving God and the benefits that follow if one is able to sail through the dark night of the race, trusting God alone, and not leaning on one's strength. The story of Manasseh and the Lantern. When Manasseh first heard the King's call to embark on a journey, he imagined bright roads, cheering crowds, and victories that would come easily. With confidence in his own abilities, he packed strong ropes, sharp tools, and enough provisions to last a lif etime. The King smiled and handed him only one thing—a small lantern. "This will be enough," the King said. Mansseh thanked Him, though secretly he wondered why the King had overlooked everything else and have given him just a lantern. The journey began well. Manasseh crossed rivers, climbed hills, and solved problems with his own skill. Each success convinced him that his strength was carrying him closer to the King's purpose. Then he entered the Valley of Shadows, the dark night. The sunligh...
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