"Let there be light," said the voice opening scripture eons before he cried out, pushed out of his mother's womb. The light bringer brought light into the world in the middle of the dark of night and on the day he died, in the middle of the day, the world went dark. The light left, but returned in glory.

Former Sen. Ben Sasse and I have exchanged texts over the last few months about me heading his way to grab a beer. Sadly, now, he is announcing he has terminal pancreatic cancer. In his message on social media announcing the diagnosis, the father, husband and man of deep faith, wrote, in part, "A well-lived life demands more reality -- stiffer stuff. That's why, during Advent, even while still walking in darkness, we shout our hope -- often properly with a gravelly voice soldiering through tears.

"Such is the calling of the pilgrim. Those who know ourselves to need a Physician should dang well look forward to enduring beauty and eventual fulfillment. That is, we hope in a real Deliverer -- a rescuing God, born at a real time, in a real place. But the eternal city -- with........

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