READ: MATTHEW 7:13-14; JOHN 10:7-10 Spelunking. The official yet admittedly odd term for cave-exploring. Fun to say, but not so fun when your spelunking gets you hopelessly lost in a complex cave system where the darkness is absolute and you doubt you’ll ever see the light of day again. Which is exactly the point I’m at right now—hopeless and lost. Every tunnel I try spits me out in the same place again. My map of the cave system might as well be a map of Budapest for all the good it’s doing me. I must have stumbled into an unmapped part of the cave. Unknown territory. I wonder what will run out first—my food, water, or headlamp batteries. I hope it’s not the batteries. If I’m going to die, I don’t want it to be in the dark. The hours go by. I open my last bottle of water and take a tiny sip. My headlamp dims, and my heart skips a beat. Suddenly, a soft glow fills the cavern. I whip my head around and see that words have appeared on the limestone wall behind me. They...