I stood before the First Congregational Church of Falmouth as it rose into the night, white and luminous, its steeple gathering light like a quiet prayer. Beneath the steady rise of the church steeple, light moves outward—spilling from street lamps, from small holiday scenes carefully tended, from the quiet intention to make something beautiful for others to see. This place reminds me that communities are not held together by buildings alone, but by ordinary people choosing to glow where they stand, like the gospel within our heart teaches us. We become the shining light not by being grand, but by offering warmth, care, and presence—enough to guide someone else through the dark.
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