Over Here: Magnifications
Today I’m guest posting for Magnifcations, a blog written by women in ministry for women in ministry. Each member of that writing team is taking an excerpt from the birth narrative and sharing a reflection each day of Advent. Enjoy!
The Vitality of Ritual
Dark and still, the ancient stone walls were breathing and holy. The silence was not oppressive, but peaceful. I dropped a coin into the tiny slot at the base of the pillar and carefully lit a long wooden match. Whispering my prayer, I lit a small votive on the stand before me, one of many bright flames breaking the darkness of the church. Wisps of smoke filtered into the dome above me, as the flame’s very fragrance perfumed the vaults of heaven.
There was no magic in that ritual. No special force or mystique. But it had power, that simple act of flame, and smoke, and prayer. As the candle burned, so, too, did my plea to God sear upon my heart. Years later, I carry with me the memory of that moment, still.