This morning, as little Ben Hartzler walked carefully down the aisle with his mom, Laura, carrying an unlit candle in his hand, my mind was suddenly jolted back to a long-ago Advent season. Ben ~Ac^a'not^aEURoe his hand steadied by his mother~Ac^a'not^a"cs ~Ac^a'not^aEURoe carefully lit his own candle from the flame of last week~Ac^a'not^a"cs candle, then used it to light the next pillar. Whew ~Ac^a'not^aEURoe the wick caught the flame. I suddenly realized I was holding my breath, remembering the year that the candle wouldn~Ac^a'not^a"ct light.