In this world of hurt and suffering, darkness surrounds us. But there is hope. 

Hope comes in the form of a baby. Growing into a man with God flowing through his veins. God poured out himself on a lonely vulgar instrument of torture. The ultimate sacrifice for the sins of many. The sins of terrorists. The sins of murderers. Adulterers, thieves, liars and cheats. 

Me.

If only we will accept this substitute sacrifice. Look to the One who has the ability to save our soul. It is a matter of faith. 

Are you strong enough to accept that you are weak? That you can not do this on your own? There are no number of good deeds that can cleanse your soul. 

My sin. 

My soul.

My faith.

My Savior.