While staffers and interns scrambled behind the scenes to find enough candles to shed light on the minister's Bible, the minister relied on his memory of the Word. There was quiet in our building as all concentrated on hearing one voice in a place built for a thousand people. Once in a while you could hear a baby's cry, but mostly what you heard was the silence of people straining to hear a godly man proclaim his next-to-last sermon after 60 years of preaching.
In the dim silence, God began to work. People sang old familiar words with their hearts. Though no one asked the congregation to stand, many stood, raised their hands, and worshiped. At the end of the service, many came to ask for prayer. Communion time was the most meaningful in recent memory. At the conclusion of the service, people were reluctant to leave and stayed in their seats, praying. The lights came on as we were dismissed, but the church was slow to empty.
All in all, this power outage made heavenly power visible.
Here's to darkness that reveals the light--the true source of renewable energy.