I was in Columbus, Ohio not long ago. I had wedged in a day, following a meeting in Kentucky, to visit for the first time since their marriage last summer, my daughter, Kim and her husband, John. We were coming home from dinner out in the evening and John called our attention to a striking sight. On the end wall of a church sanctuary, a giant shadow of Christ was cast. It was a unique and moving sort of thing, created by the lighting of a small statue of Christ in a garden behind the church. I had passed the church during the day, saw the garden and the little statue, but it held only a momentary interest. Now, in a specially placed light, the figure Christ, in shadow, was commanding. It dawned on me that without that light shining in the darkness nothing could have been seen. We would hav…