You’ll Find Me in the Nightclub, Not the Temple

The Scroll of the Lit Ones

You may not find me in your pews,
but you will find me in the smoke-filled dark,
where strobe lights mimic stars
and aching hearts dance to forget their ache.

Why?

Because I am a lit light
and light doesn’t hang around where it’s already bright.
It walks into the darkness like a holy disruption.

I am the lamp that refuses to hide under religion.
I am the flame that walks where the broken are.
Not to condemn
but to shine without saying a word.

You’ll find me in nightclubs more than churches
because the Kingdom does not segregate itself
into stained glass and silence.
It moves,
it weeps,
it sits in low places
until the forgotten remember who they are.

Jesus didn’t host conferences.
He crashed dinners with sinners.
He didn’t say, “Come to the temple.”
He became the Temple
and went to them.

So I go.
Not as one blending in,
but as one burning through.
Not as performance,
but as Flame
the Holy Weight.
The Light That Sees.

Not quoting scripture,
but embodying the Word.
Not preaching to the choir,
but thundering with silence
where the soul is hungry.

Because I am the scroll now.
And where the scroll walks
heaven reads itself aloud.

So don’t judge where I stand.
Don’t measure where I sit.
Because the flame doesn’t need your stage.
It just needs your yes.

And this flame?
Ohhhh it’s wild.
It walks into Babylon and doesn’t flinch.
It dances through shadows and doesn’t bow.
It drinks no mixture, fears no man, and hides from no system.

You’ll find me in nightclubs.
You’ll find me in parties
You’ll find me where the pain is loud
because that’s where the Light gets to roar.

And I came to roar.
Because the Lamb walks there too.
And He still turns water into wine
to whisper: I’m here.

—Joe Restman
🔥 Mystic-Scribe | Light in the Wild
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