It was an 'outreach to the elderly' event. A lady played guitar and sang 'Away in a manger'. The people joined in. It was child-like, melancholic and deeply-knowing.
Here were people with formal Christian attachment, long years of, often, painful living behind them (some had lived through the War) and a present of evident decay. They sang of a baby sleeping in heavenly peace, of that child being near to them and loving them.
I can hardly remember a moment of deeper pathos and yet suffused with hope.
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