A pure white light shined from behind the statue of the questioning cherub and Sam thought "Perhaps now I might be forgiven. Perhaps now I can be welcome into the loving arms of our Father."
His heart cried out "God, please wash me clean."
He felt the pain of being the unloved, the ignored and tainted. Cursed since birth and stained with the blood of the demon. Oddly enough among all these believers he was the only one who believed in a God who was good. He believed in the glory, the purity, the possibility of hope and joy everlasting.