When Someone Turns the Light On in a Dark Room — Episode 5

You can walk on water with joy. Even now. Especially now.

Hey fellow disciple, 🌞
It’s Kent.

Before we go anywhere, I need you to hear this:

Joy is yours now, when you let God in.

The only question is — Will you let Him reign in your heart to work miracles in your life?

Many years ago, someone reached for me at the very moment I believed I was beyond reach.

And everything changed.

Flashback #1 — The Moment Someone Turned on the Light

The moment an older-brother friend refused to let me hide in the dark.

I was 18.
Farm-strong.
195 pounds.
Full of insecurity and pretending not to be.

Earlier that day, a couple girls asked me,
“So… when are you putting in your mission papers?”

And I said the line I always used:

“I’m not that kind of guy.”

My 6’4” coworker—who overheard from the kitchen—boomed back:

“WHY NOT?”

I answered again, almost word for word,
as if he hadn’t heard me the first time.

He asked again.
I deflected again.

“Let’s talk about it later,” I said—
which, in my mind, meant never later.
(Though deep down, I secretly wanted to go.)

I thought I’d escaped.

Hours later, after the restaurant closed,
he came over, looped his long arm gently around my head
in that classic older-brother half-headlock,
and said:

“Come on, let’s go clean the bathroom.”

We started scrubbing, talking about normal guy stuff,
nothing heavy, nothing spiritual.

And then—right as I leaned in to pop
a monster zit that had been bugging me all day—
he asked again, quietly this time:

“So… why not?”

That soft, simple question
broke the shell I’d been hiding in
and let the truth finally come out.

“Because… I’m a sinner.”

I expected judgment.
But he didn’t flinch.

Instead he said something that rewired my soul:

“Kent… other boys have gone on missions.”
“No way,” I said. “Impossible.”
“They talked to their bishop.”
“WHAT?”
“They repented.”

“Repented? What even is that?”

“It’s a fresh start.”

A fresh start.

No condemnation.
No list.
No lecture.

Just:
“Kent, you can be made whole.”

Oh, the rush of joy and hope that filled my soul for the first time—
a fresh start… for real?

Flashback #2 — When Pure Love Flooded In

The night heaven told me who I really was.

Not long after that bathroom moment, I sat on my aunt and uncle’s couch—on a landing with a bear skin on the wall behind me—and opened my patriarchal blessing for the first time.

I was fasting.
Hungry to know if any of this was real.
Printed pages in hand, I dove in.

Then, in the second paragraph, the heavens opened.

What I saw in my mind was as vivid as Princess Leia’s hologram for Luke—
except this wasn’t cinema.

It was revelation.

A vision of who I was:
a literal son of God,
born of a divine race,
destined to create worlds without number.

The love that poured into me was unlike anything mortal language can hold—
pure, burning, intelligent, alive from head to toe.

And then came the part that changed everything:

If this was true for me as an only son…
what about my siblings—the entire human race?

That love returned, filled my soul, and then rushed outward—
embracing every soul upon the earth.

That was the day I took my first step onto spiritual water.
That was the day I was gifted charity.

Flash-Forward — The Job-Like Years

23 years felt like this—heavy, tired, and stuck.

Seven years after this gift—April 2000—I was thrown into the furnace.

A court order.
A state hospital.
Medication that made me gain 60 lbs in nine months.
23 years of side effects—
exhaustion, relapse, weight, fog, and fear.

I tried to outrun it.
I tried being “like Him.”
I tried discipline, diet, scripture, obedience.

Nothing moved the needle.

I thought my story was sealed.

But God had a different plan—and His own clock.

Miracle — When Christ Lifted Me, Not Life

70 lbs gone, CPAP gone, strength back, joy restored. All Him.

In May 2023, the restoration began.

A still, small voice.
A question that pierced me:

“Do you really want to trim down?”

Then:

“Your Master is not a 254-pound salesman.”

Identity shifted.
Desire aligned.
Grace activated.

Over the past 22 months—July 2021 to May 2023—I had trimmed from 288 to 254 pounds, but—
In 5 weeks, I now dropped 24 lbs.
Then the CPAP left.
Then the inhalers.
Then the 12-hour fatigue.

I woke up alive.
Awake.
On fire.

But hear this clearly:

It wasn’t the food.
It wasn’t the walking.
It wasn’t the willpower.
It was the covenant.
It was Christ.

He healed me from the inside out—
in God’s time, not mine.

Flash-Forward Again — And Now You

With Christ, ordinary disciples walk on water—even in storms. And so can you.

Fellow disciple,
if you’re in the valley,
in the fog,
in your own Job-stretch of life—
hear this with your whole soul:

You’re not stuck.
You’re being shaped.
You’re being prepared to walk on water.

And joy—true, covenant joy—
can be yours now,
not someday after the storm passes.

I lived 30 years not knowing that.

I don’t want you to lose even 30 minutes.

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that Pentecost-spark starting in your chest.

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