When he was 6-years-old, my cousin, Timothy Isaiah Holmes, had a question. At The Learning Center for the Deaf in Massachusetts, Tim's teacher handed out pieces of blank paper and told the students to draw a picture representing their question.
Tim eventually had pages and pages of a man on a cross. But he didn't have the language to help him understand who this man was. He didn't yet have a language for the hope that he would come to have and the Savior he would come to know.
Tim died last… [more]