At dusk, we, the congregation, gather around a fire. 'Christ the light of the world', we sing, as the Paschal Candle is lit. Our own candles are lit from it, and we process into an unlit church to await the moment in the ritual when we sing 'Glory to God in the The Highest ... !' Light blazes forth, darkness is overcome, death defeated, and once more we proclaim "Christ is Risen! Hallelujah!"
The ceremony around the fire takes me back to my deepest roots, to the earliest stirrings of religion in my remotest ancestors.
Drawn to the fire, I feel at one with everyone throughout the ages, of every faith, or none, who struggles to fathom the great mystery of the cosmos, and discovers that their role is just to be here, to stay with the mystery, and to say "Yes" to life.