Lanterns burning with ferocity floating up, up, up towards the blackened sky.
Fire and Ice.
Celebration and Pain.
Laughter and tears.
How to save such a beautiful event in my heart without it breaking? How to mingle such beauty with such pain?
A celebration of a life so full and so vibrant, such happiness that a life was lived and enjoyed and shared with others.
A life that should have been longer.
To see a community come out in the bitter cold to show solidarity, to lend warmth to hearts that are cold with grief and pain.
What a paradox.
Yet there is one thing I know, and I know for sure, that Lucas’ light did not end on January 16. It really only began. Each person who takes their candle and lights it from his will keep it burning. It will not go out. We will not let it go out. We will never forget.
“You are the LIGHT of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.”