One Light. One Cross. Many broken pieces—made whole only by the Light behind them. When you look at a stained-glass window, it’s easy to think you’re seeing many lights. Reds, blues, golds, greens—each piece glowing with its own brilliance. But that’s an illusion. There is only one light. The colors do not come from the light itself. They come from the glass. The light remains unchanged—pure, undivided, constant. What changes is what the light passes through. How Stained Glas

Ancient civilizations carefully observed the heavens, believing the stars governed fate—yet they missed the Creator who spoke not through the sky, but through His Word. Look up into the night sky. For us, that means maybe catching a glimpse of a few stars between streetlights and city glare. But for ancient civilizations, the night sky was everything. It was their calendar, their compass, their weather report, their navigation system, and—most importantly—their doorway into t