My King, My Light, My Life, and My Hope

 Merry Christmas! 

The last paragraph of The Living Christ states "He is the great King Immanuel...He is the light, the life and the hope of the world."  I want to share with you three pictures that illustrate my feelings of how Christ is my King, my Light, my Life, and my Hope.

 

 My King:


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I love this image as a ruler and a protector. See how Jesus smiles at the lamb? See how He loves her? How He holds her close? He carries her and nurtures her, teaches her. And she loves Him and will follow Him anywhere.

 

My Light and My Life: 

This drawing is titled “A Change of Heart”. I imagine that the hard, dark, broken heart is mine and it lives in the blackness of a sorrowing, lost soul. But, I have invited in the soft, light, whole heart of Christ. He is my light, my guide. He gives me life.
 

 

My Hope:


 This has long been my favorite picture of the Second Coming. It represents my hope for a better world, a glorious resurrection, eternal families. It is a hope for eternal life with my Heavenly Father, my Savior, and everyone I love.

 

 This Christmas, I invite you to ponder how Christ is your king, your light, your life, and your hope. I add my testimony to that of the apostles': "His way is the path that leads to happiness in this life and eternal life in the world to come. God be thanked for the gift of His divine Son." 

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