On a Sunday in Advent on which we should celebrate Joy, we find ourselves instead weeping for our brothers and sisters in Connecticut; fathers and mothers who must somehow look at toys, lovingly purchased for children who will never open them, husbands who must face the Christmas without their hero wives who laid down their lives for the children entrusted to them, first responders who must somehow process the grief they have witnessed.
During our prayer time for those who grieve my attention was drawn to our candles on the table. Wonderfully old-fashioned things, candles. Our modern world is no longer illuminated by candlelight. Instead, bright electric lights banish darkness into oblivion, allowing us to pretend that darkness does not exist. Although the smallest, most feeble candle can pierce the darkest night, it does not obliterate darkness. Instead, it drives it into the corners where, nevertheless, it can still be seen, always with us, always ready to close in upon a heart in which the light of Christ does not burn. Join us as we join the grieving parents of Connecticut by clicking HERE for audio or HERE for text.
Community Presbyterian Church of Bellefonte, Kentucky, was built on the casting floor of a 19th Century iron blast furnace. We use "The Casting Floor" as an image for the power of the Spirit to form us. Visit us at http://communitypresbyterian.org.