We awaken from slumber hours before the dawn and arise to prepare for the day. The cold that greets us as we leave our warm homes is a shock to our sleepy systems, but the car starts and its sound is a form of comfort to us this morning.
The cold snow crunches beneath the tires as we drive through the darkness heading to the church where we will meet others who have made the same early journey.
And there we gather, just a few select ones of us who feel compelled by a need to pray and to connect with heaven together.
We gather in the semi darkness with most of the light coming from the burning candle in the center of our little group.
Silence is the first order of business, as we allow room for individuals to prepare their hearts and to begin to commune with the living God who has promised to draw near to us if we will draw near to him.
Then as the yellow glow of the small flame warms us, we begin to tell our stories, and the stories of those we care for or have met along the journey.
Slowly those stories turn into prayer which rises as incense before the living God.
And he meets with us there.