Today, my friend is burying his father, who died on Sunday, the sixth anniversary of my own mother’s death.

On Sunday, I lit a candle for my mother at the back of the church, and a young parishioner came to help me, and I asked her if she had a special person or prayer that she wanted to light a candle for, and she said yes, she was praying for the candles, and I thought, “Well, that’s good; she has us all covered: the bereaved and the thankful and the sick and the tired and the lonely and the worried,” so I helped her light an extra candle to pray for the prayers of us all.

And when I heard that my friend’s father died that day, I borrowed a little of the light of her prayer to set aside for my friend and his father and his family, because I really don’t think that she would mind.

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2 Responses to Candles

  1. mephibashef says:

    Prayers in any form are a welcomed blessing. Any time one of gods children lift their heart to heaven it is a privelege. And our father stops to listen. Although it has been 20 years since my parents are gone I must say a vacuum is left from their departure. Praying for you.

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