worship last Sunday. The gospel was Luke 3:7-18.
I sat in the sanctuary silently praying
As two young children lit the candles.
Instead of the usual two, there were more --
Twenty small votives and seven tapers.
The service proceeded, the candles glowed,
Gradually I realized the tapers were dripping.
Wax ran down the sides of each.
There must be a draft, I thought,
No, the Spirit was moving in our midst.
Teachers softly crying tears of wax,
And in the congregation real tears.
He read the lesson, but spoke on
Just one line repeated thrice,
“Then what are we to do?”
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