During my son’s second year at West Point in April 1983, he was hospitalized for several weeks as a result of a severe wrestling injury.

Just before noon on Good Friday, the daily visit of the West Point Chaplain was a welcome relief. He reminded him of Christ’s pain and suffering, and of His ultimate gift to us. The Chaplain left, and he was alone again. He reached for his drawing pad and pencils. He began to draw.

Four hours of intense effort slipped by in a moment. He felt his heart open, when suddenly he was staring into the eyes of Jesus Christ – eyes which he had drawn with his pencil, and which now drew him into their power of His love. It was as if He himself had guided his hand and allowed him to see with his own eyes, and feel with his heart, the true significance of His sacrifice.

Mark’s experience that day changed his life. We both pray that others will be blessed by His image, which Mark has been blessed by creating, and which I am privileged to distribute.

~ Kerry J Cannon, Mark’s father