We're so accustomed to electric lights.
Holding my candle tonight, in the dark in church, listening to the most beautiful words in all the liturgy*, eyes closed and head bowed, I could see the light of the candle dancing on the outside of my eyelids. A flame is nearly alive. So different from electric light bulbs. It's why we need real candles and real oil lamps --real flames-- as light in our churches.
O God, You are like a refiner's fire, and Your Spirit enkindles the hearts of Your faithful people with the fire of Your love. Bless, we implore You, this new flame and those who keep this joyful Easter festival ...
* This is the night when You brought our fathers, the children of Israel out of bondage in Egypt and led them through the Red Sea on dry ground...
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