I thought my heart would burst with joy and sorrow as I heard the Word and looked out at the people.
I felt joy—so full and free—with the retelling of the birth of Jesus, the One who came for all. I saw sorrow etched on the faces of those grieving or struggling, their personal pain highlighted by the holiday. I thought of God’s great love for each one, his yearning to bring solace and peace and healing to our wounded and sin-sick souls.
And then the candles were raised and the light soared up, held by holy hands of praise. That simple gesture done in unity fused joy and sorrow into a sacred benediction. God is with us.
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