Did He See Light at the End of the Tunnel?

A. Unabashed Pacifist:

I bid one peace. That’s trump, you know.

B. Unabashed Christian:

Holy One,

You are steady and constant, but my experience of you is inconsistent. I am the one who becomes distracted, have my attention waver, and forget what I’m doing. I’m grateful that you make allowances for my lack of focus. Or perhaps you intend it to be that way. After all, you made the world such a place of varied experience and multiple delights and curiosities, what else could you expect?

You can be steady and constant enough for both of us.
Amen

C. Un-quoting Jesus:

“There’s a light at the end of the tunnel.”

[We can play with this one, but He never said it.]

D. Blog: Divine Light

Sometimes the divine light shines like the sun, brightening all that is for as far as we can see, supplying energy and sustenance in quantities we can hardly imagine.
Sometimes the divine light shines like a torch, bold and bright in the night, daring the night to extinguish the torchlight, and thus giving courage and hope to those who walk in the range of that bright light.
Sometimes the divine light shines like a flickering candle, seemingly vulnerable, but offering the hint and the hope that there is much more than the apparent dark night. In the flickering candle, too, there is hope, less bold, but for that all the more inspiring.