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O Come, O Come…

Awakening to the cuts of rain upon roof and window, I groggily opened my eyes. The early hour was still dark, and in the air this haunting song played thanks to the radio I neglected to turn off the night before. It brought me back to the Christmases of my childhood, where this song played such a part in the church services of advent. No matter what else was going on, the hushed reverence paid to this melody struck through the space. This is what it felt like to be holy.

 

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