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charityMongrainGuest post from Rev. Charity Mongrain, Children’s Pastor at North Pointe Community Church. Charity is committed to supporting families by nurturing the faith of children and drawing them towards Christ. Charity has been actively involved in Children’s Ministry most of her life. Charity has held pastoral roles in Ontario, North Carolina, Manitoba and Alberta. She is a part of the Writer’s Group at North Pointe.

Slide1There is moisture in the air. Not rain, not snow – just moisture. The air is thick with it – fog; as far as the eye can see. It hides the shore, the sea, all.

The silence of this place, this quiet moment is interrupted by another blast of the foghorn, a warning to all those who brave the afternoon sea. It notifies them, declaring; we are here, you may not see us but we are here.

It’s amazing what can cause a memory to stir. With the blast of the horn, I’m transported back to a time when darkness still scared me, animals lived under my bed and bad things lived in the closet. My fears were many and my faith was still small. Again I am that little girl curled up in her bed, afraid to let her arm escape the fortress of her blanket for fear of what might be lurking in the dark.

It was my father’s voice that rang out like a foghorn in response to my tearful cries.

I saw them. Not in my closet or under the bed. I saw them falling from the sky like fiery drops of rain. If I close my eyes I can, even now still see them. Inside each teardrop of fire was a face. Full of evil; ugly and grotesque.

I knew what these were; I knew what kingdom they belonged to. I knew but I had no idea what to do with what I knew.

“DADDY!” I cried out,

He must have known something was wrong, or my sense of time was way off because from the darkness he replied and in an instant he was there – bringing the light. I mean he literally turned on the lights and dispelled my arch nemesis, the darkness – the keeper of all things scary.

My Dad sat on the corner of my bed; gently adjusting my covers trying to sooth this scared soul. “What is it?” he asked. With great description I spoke of what I saw.

“Make them go away, Daddy!”

He didn’t make them go away, he wasn’t even going to try. He sat there looking at me; I wonder if he took that moment to gauge my faith. Is she ready? Can she handle it?

“You can make them go away.” I might have laughed at his words had I not been racked with fear. Did I hear him correctly? Make them go away? Impossible!

But it wasn’t impossible – it was, quite possible. His exact words escape me but he spoke of a power I possessed. More accurately the power HE possessed, Jesus. My father explained that Jesus has the power over the darkness and the dark places. With Him in my life I no longer need be afraid. Speak His name, call on Him, He can make them go away.

So I did, and He did. They went away.

In a fairytale the story would end here. The brave young girl had slain the dragon and all was well in the kingdom.

But this is no fairytale. Through the years they came back, sometimes as they did before in drops of fiery rain, other times as dark voices penetrating my mind.

They came but not my father, he never did again.

He’d done it – his job, his duty. He’d trained me, given me the words to speak, the name to call on – the giver of light who is light Himself.

They came again and again and at times even now they come…but so does Jesus.
And when I call on Him, they have to leave.

The blast of the foghorn pulls me from my memory, a smile on my face and moisture in the air.

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Bob Jones

Happily married to Jocelyn for 44 years. We have two adult sons, Cory and his wife Lynsey and their son Vincent and daughter Jayda; Jean Marc and his wife Angie and their three daughters, Quinn, Lena and Annora. I love inspiring people through communicating, blogging, and coaching. I enjoy writing, running, and reading. I'm a fan of the Double E, Bruins, Celtics, Red Sox and Pats. Follow me on Twitter @bobjones49ers


  • Shirley Bidnick says:

    Lovely piece, creates a vivid picture of childhood fear and summarizes our role as parents and our commitment to children nicely. Thank you.

  • Some fog on Vancouver Island, this weekend I tried to help my Dad dredge up memories, in a deep fog. This may be our last partially clear visit, there’s intermittent fog in there, and it is increasing. And his eyes, sometimes clear, intermittent fog. The memories tumble like waiting luggage on the carousel.

  • bob jones says:

    Glad you Charity’s post. Thanks for joinning the conversation, Shirley!

  • bob jones says:

    “Through the fog” is such a great analogy for many of the important parts of our lives and experiences. Thanks, Tim.

  • Randy James says:

    Thanks Charity, very powerful…..I can right now imagine the fog but with the light of the lighthouse piercing through.

    Randy James

  • bob jones says:

    Thanks, Randy, for reading…and responding.

  • Sierra Caitlyn says:

    I love this, Jesus is always there for us we just have to call out to Him

  • bob jones says:

    So true, Sierra.

  • Jodie Seivewright says:

    Charity, this is so beautiful. It is so vividly described and with such simple truth. Jesus is always as close as the mention of His name.

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