One of my earliest memories of David Khoury is a fascinating conversation about the way the Old Masters captured light in their paintings and his personal quest for that light in his own work. And just as he sought the light with paint and brush, so he sought the Light of God from the very first day I met him. Today, he went home, and the world is a little less bright because of it, for all of us in the family, but most specially for my darling sister, Mary. What a day, what a heart-sore, mind-numbing day. What a bitter-sweet day. He is delivered, we are not, he dances before the throne and Saviour, we have yet to get there. What a day for all of us who loved and respected this man, truly a man after God's own heart...Of that I am totally sure. Till we meet at Jesus' feet