The Christ Candle by Raymond A. Foss
In that holy place, on that Oh Holy Night we rose as a family, to the chancel rail into the chancel, to the Advent wreath reading the words from the lectern, lighting the wicks, the candles of faith, of hope, of love one by one, sharing that wonderful moment not as individuals, but as a part of this family of faith pausing before lighting the Christ Candle His candle, marking His birth, when God became Man breathed his first breath, let out his first cry, so long ago in the stable bed, a little babe in the manger walking a bit taller on the steps back to our pew, hands held tight, eyes heavy with tears of joy
October 16, 2006 23:15 Christmas Eve 2004
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