It was late evening when I walked by and looked into the room.
Both legs gone, way up. The rest covered with bandages and surgical draping, even his face. What was left of his arms was on boards out to both sides.
My body felt like lead. So heavy I was afraid the floor might give way beneath me. And I thought, this must be like the pain - and the love - Mary felt watching her son die for us.
Then, a voice in my head, saying over and over, “For God so loved the world, for God so loved the world... ”
I asked his nurse if I could gown up and go in.
It was Christmas Eve.
For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.
And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.