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There's an Indian reservation where you can drive miles and miles and see no hint of Christmas; it's a long darkness with no lights.
But one Christmas Eve, Marcy literally saw the light as she staggered down the village street after another drinking binge. The church there was covered with lights, and she looked up and she saw the cross outlined in lights. A broken woman sought out the pastor's wife that night and made a life-changing choice. She opened her heart to the Christ of Christmas.