It was the morning of Christmas Eve. It was a lonely one for me; my mother had recently died, and my best friend had moved a thousand miles away. For the first time, I was alone for Christmas. Since I was by myself, I didn't bother putting up decorations, and I had no one to shop for. I planned to serve at a local charity on Christmas Day, but I was home alone on Christmas Eve.
I was listening to the Christmas radio broadcast from King's College, Cambridge University. Usually my best friend and I would listen to it together on the radio, but since he'd moved away, I was on my own. As the familiar music of the first carol emerged from my computer speakers, all my loneliness fell away. I realized that through this broadcast, millions of people all around the world were worshipping together, united through prayer and music for 90 minutes on Christmas Eve. We were all listening to the same beloved carols, hearing the same readings, praying the same prayers at the same time. I imagined fellow worshippers in Africa, Australia, Argentina, and Austria as well as those present in the chapel in England. I felt connected to this huge, invisible congregation.
After a few moments, a little beep sounded, and I saw my best friend's instant message on the computer screen. He was a thousand miles away in body, but he joined me, on the internet, as we once again listened to the broadcast together and shared our Christmas tradition.Read the full story.
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