O Come Emmanuel

Choralista pointed me to this story by Jon Carroll in the San Francisco Chronicle.

An excerpt:

So then came the second half. The church was plunged into darkness. From each side, singers emerged from the large doors and walked up the side aisles and then back down the middle aisles, singing as they went, candles burning in a clever potable music-stand-cum-candleholder. They were singing "O Come, O Come, Emmanuel."

And I lost it. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I was surprised by my tears and uncertain how to turn them off. At one point I was sobbing like someone who had just lost a relative.

Read it all here.