On a cold Christmas Eve in an ancient land in a cold stone building, built many hundreds of years ago one small candle shown out to light the surrounding darkness. It was Christmas Eve. And thousands packed the magnificent cathedral of Ely to join with the gifted voices of the choirs of this Christian community to praise that vital event of the birth of the Messiah. Here was no generic holiday celebration. Thousands brave the cold of this unheated but beautiful building to join in worship, thanksgiving, and reflection of the beginning of the most significant event to shape human destiny: the birth of a redeemer. It was humbling to be a small part of that assembly.