THE NIGHT CHRISTMAS ARRIVED
Marge had been a member of our church study group for several years. Now she was terminally ill with cancer. The rest of our group gathered to go caroling. It was a cold night with snow in the air. We visited people who were house-bound and would sing two or three carols at each house. We all were looking forward to singing to Marge. Marge was feeling fairly well that evening and came to the door to hear us. We sang two or three carols and were about to leave when, on impulse, I asked if there was any particular carol she would like to hear. “There is,” she said, “but I suppose it is too much to ask. During the Second World War, I was a nurse in a prison camp for German soldiers in Arizona. I remember on Christmas Eve when they sang Silent Night, Holy Night as one of the most moving experiences in my life. I…
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