This man's soul was a window into the depths of hell itself. Nowhere out with hell would you find such a 'legion' of demons. They had used and abused the man of the Gadarenes; taken the clothes from off his back, the roof from over his head and friends and family had fled terrified from his presence. All he was left with was deep, desperate fear. Satan had taunted him with freedom; but it was merely the freedom to fear. His place now was the graveyard and his future that of joining the demonic in the depths of the abyss. His encounter with Jesus was a glimmer of glory, a light in the silky blackness of the death he called life. It is often just a tiny glimmer of light that begins to transform a life. The light that illuminates and kindles afresh the belief that life can be different, new and free. That light was a person, the Son of God able to deliver on that hope; with power to command the forces of hell, with authority to forgive sins and able to set a man in their right mind, a transformed, born again new creature in Christ. Having seen Jesus, cried to Jesus and fallen at the feet of Jesus; this man had one left step of faith to take; to abandon his fears to the depths of their own despair. Let the demons have the swine. Let despair drown into the depths of oblivion. I have found Jesus; let the demons now cry in despair.