The darkness fell upon the church; like a ritual. Each evening the shadows woke up from their slumber. It was their world at night. Free to move around, they ruled the church. But there was an area that had no bonds with the darkness. Deep within, lay a room with a ladder; surrounded by blackness. There was something special about this ladder, it was lit up by a mysterious source; a sign of hope, a choice.
The steps ascended towards the light, each level represented a new degree of spiritual awareness. But, I say again, the ladder was a choice. You decide how far you want to climb.