" We couldn’t even see one another’s faces. Yet that darkness was alive. Breathing. Full of expectation. I wept from the moment the lights went out—many did—so here we were, weeping silently in the darkest time of the year. Then the rear doors opened, and we stood. The choir, holding lit candles, came in singing “O Come All Ye Faithful.” They lit the candles of the people sitting at the end of each row, and the light was passed person to person until we were in a candlelit hall, the ceiling and corners all lost in an ancient, glowing darkness, like the dark background of Rembrandt paintings. Into the absolute darkness, so dense and full of human longing, the light had come. "

― Michelle Huneven , Search