In the face of death our essential beliefs rise to the surface. Everything else, by necessity, is shaken off and what we’re left with is our fundamental hope, vision and trust. This is what we find observing the death of Stephen: the first Christian martyr. And, the contrast between his trust, vision and legacy in the face of death, and those that killed me, is as different as day is to night. We find, in Stephen, something that stands in the face of the grave.