This has been a week. A long and hard week as a 2 year old boy in our church passed away. We were at his family’s house cleaning and helping out, when I looked out the window and noticed a man from church on the roof. He was putting up Christmas lights on their house. It touched my heart as I watched him. It was freezing outside, probably ten degrees and he was out there willingly serving so the family could come home to some lights on their house. After losing a light in their family so unexpectedly at this time of year that is supposed to be a time of cheer, lightheartedness and fun, they would be coming home to a bit of darkness. But I wanted to think as they got home to their home, their sanctuary, their safe place, they would see the lights and be reminded of the light of Christ. The baby who was born into this world to bring light. A light that would never be dimmed or faded with the passage of time.