Years passed, and as John's health waned, Mark took over his father's role completely, becoming the caretaker of St. Mark's and a pillar of the community. He comforted those who came to him, sharing his testament to the power of forgiveness and the love that had pulled him back from the edge.

Mark realised that the life he once craved was nothing compared to the peace he had discovered through his father's faith. Each night, as he lit the candles, he knew he was exactly where he was meant to be—a beacon of faith, carrying forward the legacy of love and forgiveness that his father had left behind. He found fulfilment in being of service to others, in being a source of hope and light for those who needed it most.

Sarah, too, had found her place in the community. She had turned her life around and had become a crucial member of the Church's outreach programs, helping others who were in situations similar to what she had once faced. Mark often spoke to the community about his journey—how he had been lost and had found his way back, how the love of a father could bring a lost soul home. One day, a young man named Peter approached Mark after Mass. Peter's eyes were filled with tears as he confessed that he, too, had been struggling, feeling lost and alone. Mark put a reassuring hand on Peter's shoulder and shared his story, emphasising that no matter how far one strays, there is always a way back home. It was moments like these that reminded Mark of his purpose, of the power of faith and love to heal.

Each year, as Easter and Christmas approached, the Church would fill with people, and Mark would see the same light in their eyes that he had once seen in his father's—the light of faith, hope, and love. And each night, as he stood before the altar, lighting the last candle, he would say a prayer for his father, for the love that had saved him, and for the strength to continue the legacy of faith.

Mark knew that he was exactly where he was supposed to be, and he was content. His father's love had given him a new purpose, and now, as the caretaker of St. Mark's, he was ready to carry that purpose forward, one candle at a time.