I don't think I ever got that song. And I didn't know that I didn't get it. Until a Pentecost baptism. A little girl holding her little candle high - lit from the Paschal candle - her hair still wet from her baptism. Her candle was a little light compared to Paschal candle. But she held it up and out with so much pride. She let it shine. And it took my breath away.
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29 May 2012
This Little Light of Mine
I don't think I ever got that song. And I didn't know that I didn't get it. Until a Pentecost baptism. A little girl holding her little candle high - lit from the Paschal candle - her hair still wet from her baptism. Her candle was a little light compared to Paschal candle. But she held it up and out with so much pride. She let it shine. And it took my breath away.
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Makes me wish I'd been there.
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