“In Him was life, and that life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” — John 1:4-5

The wisdom of men is scattered and incomplete, but in Christ—the God-Man—all truth, beauty, and life are made whole. —D.

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Perhaps Plato? Perhaps Buddha? Perhaps Moses, Mohammed, or Kant? Perhaps Shakespeare, Goethe, or Tolstoy? Nietzsche too, and the rest—a long train of men, wise yet lacking, each with his splinter of truth, each weighed down by the same sorrows. They stride before us, bearing their books, their visions, their cries into the void. But in the end, they are men, only men, bound by the same dust, the same questions, the same death.

And yet, among them, That One stands apart—the God-Man, whole where they are broken, full where they are lacking. His is not a borrowed light, nor a wisdom pieced together from the wreckage of fallen minds. He is something new, something more. His goodness is not mere virtue, His mercy not mere kindness, His beauty not merely human. It is deeper, wider—cosmic, boundless, eternal. In Him, the ordinary is lifted, transfigured. Bread and wine become flesh and blood. Suffering becomes the seed of glory. Death itself bows and makes way.

So why do we wander in this fog, stumbling through half-truths and dim philosophies? Wake up, O sleeper! The nightmare holds no sway where He stands. Turn to Him—the one who shatters the chains of the soul, the one who calls the dead to rise. He is not another thinker, not another poet’s voice fading into the past. He is the Word before words, the fire that does not burn out, the wellspring where all truth begins and ends. In Him, all things are made whole.