The Son Rises

When I arrived in Charleston, South Carolina, December 22, 2025, the sun was setting on a day that I will now remember as the day I lost my Dad. Waking up the next day and driving back to my parents house I was reminded of conversations with friends last week, that as the sun sets and darkness enfolds the earth, that the hope that lingers in our hearts is that the sun will rise again. Look here it is, again. Inside its light is not the story merely of the tremendous beauty of creation or its own faithfulness, but rather it is a beacon to the deepest parts of our soul saying, “See! The Lord, He is faithful!” He upholds the weary and is a comfort to the broken hearted. He is not aloof as some think, but took on flesh and blood and dwelt among us, sharing in the sorrows of this broken world. He even humbled Himself to the point of death, conquering sin and death. If we share in His death, we shall certainly share in His life.

I am so thankful that my Dad is now free of cancer and the pain that was wracking his body. Rest easy my dear father, in the arms of your faithful Savior. I look forward to when we can walk together again in the light of the Son.