Full of Grace Page #3

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anything,

but because you say so,

I will let down the nets.

Go away from me, Lord.

I am a sinful man.

Sorry to disturb you.

Oh, no, it's okay.

I was...

somewhere else.

It's a sweet drink,

a gift from visitors

from the East.

Thank you.

Here, please, come sit.

Can I ask you

a question?

Of course.

You were just a child

when all this began.

You never met him.

You never heard him speak.

You never even saw him

from afar.

Yet you...

have more faith

than most people.

How is that possible?

My mother died

in childbirth,

my father soon after.

I was lost,

alone,

but Mary took me in

as her own.

She cared for me.

She loved me when

she didn't have to.

She has told me

all the stories,

but that is not what

makes me believe.

When I look into her eyes,

when I see how she lives,

that's how I know

it's all true.

I see him in her.

I hear him because of her.

Mm. Mm.

Mother,

how do you feel?

It won't be long.

I can hear the faint choir

of the angels.

I sent word to the others.

Have I ever told you

what it was like

for me in the beginning?

No.

I would like to hear it.

It was as if a bright light

from the very throne room

of heaven

was shining directly upon me,

following me

everywhere I went,

and yet, everywhere else,

it was darkness...

Darkness of the kind

I had never known before...

Darkness that only

this light could expose.

And it was so lonely

in the light.

But the light was

the only comfort I had.

Why didn't you tell them?

Faith is not about

explaining things.

It is about living

and breathing

and walking in that light

that is upon us.

But we will suffer

in the light.

At times, our souls

will be squeezed dry

down to the very

deepest roots.

We will wither

and grow weary

to where we cannot take

one step more.

The light will fade

to the faintest glimmer,

nothing more than a grain

of sand on the shore.

But the light

will never disappear.

This walk of faith

comes with a promise...

The promise that we

will never be abandoned.

Joseph, son of David,

do not be afraid

to take Mary home as your wife

because what is conceived in her

is from the Holy Spirit.

She will give birth to a son,

and you are to give him

the name Jesus

because he will save his people

from their sins.

- Ah.

- Brother, how are you?

Better now.

How is mother?

Won't be long.

- Peter.

- Simon.

- It's been a long journey, huh?

- Yeah.

It's good to see you.

Okay, come,

come, please.

John,

I wanted to apologize

for not speaking with you

after your brother's death.

I had to leave

the city immediately,

but I wanted to be with you

as you mourned.

He has been reunited

with the Lord.

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