He came.

And there is Light as the grooves of his face fill with salty tears, holding the picture of the woman he loved deeply for so long. His hand shaking. A sobbing sound.

The Light falls on the flag she is holding so tightly as if she could hug him. Lost in war. A medal. An empty choking feeling.

Light shines as the dark eyed girl opens the curtain. Her body weak and small. Ignored by the beasts of the night. She closes her eyes a tear escapes.

Light seeps through as the chemo races through her body killing what is bad and sometimes good. Her eyes heavy and dark. The worst is yet to come.

The Light beams as they carry his little white casket. As the sound of the cold hard soil coming down on the wood reaches their ears, they hold hands tightly. Numbness. It was not supossed to be.

Light comes from under his door. Another day he has failed. His hand pulls up his sleeve. The skin sensitive and scarred. He walks to the bathroom. The relieve is only short, the hurt so deep.

The Light is outside where she walks. Kids play. Her hart pounding, hands sweating. Will they leave her alone today? Her name gets called. Her heart heavy, she turns around. They laugh.

Light appears as his wife opens the door. Her eyes hopefull and curious. He shakes his head. Lay offs. His little girl wraps her arm around him. Guilt and despair.

He came the Light. Hope for a broken people. Jesus was born. Freeing us from misery and hurt, guilt and filthy sin. The contrast so big. The grace too great to understand.
Thank you God for sending us your son, so we may live in the Light.