The light of twenty candles would have been a romantic thing, but not these candles. Eight inches tall, sheathed in glass, a variety of colors, each with a picture of Jesus stuck to the front.
Jesus in the manger, Jesus on the mound, Jesus healing the sick, many of them picturing Jesus on the cross, and Sal’s prize; the blue one with Jesus hovering over a low-rider, bathing it with his healing light.
“What do you think?”, Sal asked expectantly.
“It’s, kinda creepy, Sal”, she said, “It’s like God is watching us.”
“I know. That’s what makes it so exciting!”