Christopher had lived much longer than his doctors had expected. His heart had been weak from the day he was born. Finally it just gave out. And he died.
The next day I was on another small plane to North Carolina. I walked into the house where my family had gathered to support one another and mourn our loss. Darkness.
It was a darkness that covered everything.
Then, on Sunday, the funeral. The little country church would maybe hold 200 people if every inch of every pew was full. More than 500 showed up. People packed every corner of the building and stood outside the doors looking in.
We sang, the preacher preached, then people got up and began to talk about how Christopher had touched their lives. In the midst of the darkness light began to shine. This little boy, who had grown into a beautiful young man, had touched so many lives in his short life. The little boy with a weak heart turned out to have a heart so full of love that it touched everyone he encountered. It seemed for all of us there, Christopher had the ability to shine a light in the darkness, a gift God had given him to share with us for a brief time.
The darkness began to fade.