Forever and ever, amen.

If ever I doubted I was far from America, Saturday’s night’s service of light would have made it abundantly clear. As we entered the sanctuary, we were given a tall, thin, white candle. At the midpoint of the service, I was suddenly aware that young children— as young as four, and others, including a 10-yearContinue reading “Forever and ever, amen.”

How joyful are the lights

Journal Entry, Thursday nite: “A hundred flickering votives, the slow devotions dancing and bursting, they move wildly, beyond all control, but never seem to blow themselves out. The flame holds steady fed by whatever the source of wind is here inside the sanctuary. The Spirit in us, we dance, we burst, we do not sitContinue reading “How joyful are the lights”