Watchight Service

The Meenister’s Log

Just as a colleague began his Christmas Eve Watchnight service, the electricity in the church failed. The elders found some candles and placed them around the sanctuary.

Then my friend re-entered the pulpit, shuffled his notes, and muttered, “Now, where was I?”

A tired voice from the back of the kirk called out, “Right near the end!”

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