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My face was pressed against a steamy taxi window, staring out as a chaos of humanity slipped by. This place was, by map miles, the farthest point on the planet I had traveled.

My days in Madagascar had been demanding.

Twenty miles of daily walking on dusty, diesel-clouded roads exhausted me. Witnessing the labyrinth of poverty that the Malagasy navigated to survive left me emotionally dazed. I was homesick, missing my wife’s kisses and the tickling laughter of my three littles.

The taxi froze at a jammed traffic stop on a nondescript street, shaded by tall, ramshackle buildings shadowing off the rude western sun like giant sentries. 

A humble church filled my view.

I heard a familiar song over the angry honks of the surrounding cars. My interest piqued, I rolled down the dusty window with a rusty crank. The cherubic echo of the Malagasy tongue broke through the red brick sanctuary. I recognized the tune. Pouring from the small building, in a beautiful language foreign to my ears but not my heart, was the song Amazing Grace. 

I shut my eyes.

For what felt like months, I had been cut off from anything familiar. Suddenly, as if I were a giant brass bell that someone clanged with a great hammer,

I was overtaken by a truth. 

One day, I will stand in ecstasy with the brethren of the ages, before the throne of God, and all languages will merge into a magnificent musical accord, common in the most gloriously uncommon manner.

My tribe, my people, were never as far away as I imagined. Since the day of Pentecost, the Light of the Spirit has spread to the uttermost parts of the earth, and Love is never out of reach.

Ten years in the making,

I want to present you, my faithful readers,

the third journey of the Via Devotional Series,

The Via Lucis.

The story begins in a garden at dawn, where light breaks through death’s long shadow. From that moment of Christ’s Resurrection, paths wind through encounters with the risen Christ, whispered doubts and burning hearts, and the breathtaking arrival of the Spirit that sets the world ablaze.

Each chapter lets us walk beside ordinary men and women who found themselves swept up in an extraordinary unfolding: fishermen who dared to believe again, travelers who recognized Him in the breaking of bread, a community forever changed by tongues of fire.

The Via Lucis is not simply a devotional—it is a pilgrimage of stories.

I hope that through this vivid storytelling, paired with the evocative art of Holloway O’Brien, scripture is no longer distant history but a living narrative. The Via Lucis invites you into the wonder of fifty days that reshaped the world—and still call us to walk in resurrection light.