// Ignite drabble #1 //

{g l o w}

vita city glooooow

So many lights on in this city

The people still walk in the dark

I watch them as they’re passing by me

I hide the truth inside my heart

‘Cause I’m afraid to lose control

I’m comfortable

But there’s something in my soul

They need to know

Shine, shine, shine tonight

It’s time to let it show

Burn bright, light the fire

That leads the way to hope

The Maker of the stars lives in our soul

We have His light, what are we waiting for

Get out and glow

If we loved with no hesitation

We would hold the purest light

So spark a holy revolution

Against our fears, we can’t be quiet

The city on a hill can’t be displayed

Until we take our faith, set it ablaze

If we don’t go

How will they know

The love we show

Get out and glow

//Glow by Moriah Peters//


The lights of Vita City illuminated the night, but it was only an illusion. The people were walking in darkness and they didn’t even know it. They were too preoccupied with their performances and dining out and clubbing to take notice of the looming darkness in and around them.

There was only one exception. There was one girl in this city who walked around with a fire in her heart that would never die out. But nobody else saw this true light- they were so enamored with the illusion.

Perhaps if they had taken the time to stop and look at the way the girl’s blue-green eyes sparkled with a joy that had never been present before, or the way a little smile always played on her face, as if she knew some delightful secret and was cherishing it, or the way she practically floated through the city, as if it was impossible for her feet to touch the ground… perhaps if they had noticed that, they would have gotten a glimpse of the light inside of her.

If they had opened the worn copy of Pride and Prejudice that she carried as she slipped through the city, they might have realized that they were not the words of Jane Austen, but rather words so powerfully true and revolutionary that they were considered illegal these days.

But of course, nobody would dream of accusing quiet, petite Vanessa Lancaster of doing anything illegal. Sure, she was a bit strange, what with being a Writer and all… but her love of books and constant daydreaming were harmless flaws that could be easily overlooked. In fact, Vanessa herself could be easily and conveniently overlooked.

Oh, if only they knew just how wrong they were.

The joy in her eyes came from her recent salvation- earlier that very evening, actually, she had given her heart to Jesus. She’d hurried down to the underground society where all of her friends (she considered them more of a family than her biological one, really) lived, her heart beating erratically as she asked if anyone had seen Caleb Blythe around. He was by her side in an instant, asking her what was wrong with the utmost concern in his chocolate eyes- he knew of the troubles she had recently had with her family, how her parents had kicked her out of the house and burned most of her books and writings. But this wasn’t about that; she knew that it was time. Breathlessly, with a mixture of nerves and excitement, she told him, “I want to be a Christian. I’m tired of drifting back and forth. I’m ready.” And so, surrounded by her dearest friends, she had bowed her head and surrendered her life to Christ.

It wasn’t the lightning-bolt experience that some had upon getting saved; rather, peace and joy washed over her and, for the first time, she felt alive. Pandemonium had broken out after that- she soon discovered that being surrounded by Christians after getting saved is a joyous, wondrous thing. She was welcomed into their large but tight-knit family with open arms and much cheering and celebration. And when it came time for her to leave, the only thing that kept her from staying forever was the knowledge that she still had to look after her brother Gabe. Well, that, and the words that her friend Grant had spoken to her before she left: “Don’t give up Vita City completely. You’re in a unique position; you can influence this whole city for the Lord in ways that those who have always lived underground cannot. Who knows? You might just be the key to our freedom.”

The secretive smile came from the knowledge that she was now officially identifying herself as a Christian. There was a certain rush of adrenaline that came from this new identity; it was dangerous in the sense that, if she was found out, she could be imprisoned or even killed. It was the craziest thing she’d ever done, but she rather enjoyed the insanity. So she floated demurely through the crowded streets with a secret in her heart and her Bible- under the guise of Pride and Prejudice- clutched tightly in her hands.

She people-watched as she wandered, as she usually did, but noticed a slight change: she could no longer observe them with the curious but indifferent nature of a writer. Now, all she could see was the alarming amount of brokenness in each and every makeup-hidden face. For the first time, she saw people through her Father’s eyes, and the sight broke her heart.

How come I never noticed all of this before? she wondered, but she already knew the answer. Because, until now, I was part of the darkness myself. And if you’re a part of it and have been all your life, you won’t realize you’re missing the light.

She longed to show them all the Light, more than anything.  They needed it so badly. She wanted to sing her Father’s praises for the whole world to hear, to tell them all about the truth that had turned her life upside down. But this heartfelt desire was tempered by the sobering knowledge that she just couldn’t do that. To share her faith was a death sentence.

But what if?

It was those two words that led to several radical thoughts. What if I could tell them? What if I cast aside all my reservations and loved people the way Jesus did? What if our mission succeeds, and we get our freedom so we can actually do this without having to fear for our lives?

She spent a long time gazing up at the stars that night, from her perch in the branches of her weeping cherry tree in Vita City’s park. With no above-ground home to return to, she spent the entire night up in her haven, and hidden by the cover of pink cherry blossoms, she wrote a full page of notes in her leather-bound journal to share with the Pyros when she ventured below-ground the next day.

I think I’ve figured out what we need to do first, before we have any revolutions. We can’t simply go straight into barricades and fights; we must do what Caleb did for me and show the world that there’s more to life than what they see. We have to show them love, show them light, before we can do anything else. People aren’t going to allow us our freedom if all they see is our indignation- they must see our love first. Our calling is to care for others, so we need to establish that before taking this revolution above-ground. We can even quote the Bible to them in our ministry- the general public has no way of knowing that they’re illegal words (unless we use verses with the words God and Jesus, of course). I’m seeing the brokenness around me from a new perspective, and the people’s need for Jesus is just heartbreaking. But they need to see our love, our different-ness, before they’ll accept our Jesus. Let’s set our faith ablaze so Vita City- so the world- can see the light. It’s time for us all to get out of our underground comfort zones and glow!


vanessa glow

(I don’t own Glow by Moriah Peters. I do, however, own this drabble, the characters, etc. Hope you enjoyed it! ^-^)


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