work He did appropriately. “As long as I am in the world, I am the Light of the world.” He assumes a character corresponding with the exigencies of the sufferer. To the thirsty woman at Jacobʼs well, He was the “living water;” to the mourning sisters at the grave of Lazarus, He was “the resurrection and the life;” to this poor blind man, He was the “Light of the world.” He is the central Light in all the spheres of being. The material heavens borrow their brightness from Him. The beams of reason