it was the first time i celebrated easter at st joan of arc, the parish i visit cos it's the closest to where i stay. at the beginning, everyone took a candle before they went into the church. so i did too. while everyone was picking out the nicest ones, i randomly picked up a remaining 'not-so-perfect-that-others-rejected' candle. a simple slender white one. the only flaw was that it was bent. only slightly though, so i took it without a care.
so the mass began. this mass was special cos it's easter, so it began with the lights off, and soon, the intense darkness was brightened up with all the candles in each person's hands. it was beautiful. as i passed on the flame (lighting up others' candles and they light up others' and so forth), i thought to myself. this candle is like me. though not pleasant looking and usually the last to get picked, i still light up the world for others.
