Many times when I was younger I attended candlelight vigils on Christmas Eve at my hometown church. I have to say these were probably my favorite services, no preaching, just singing of soft hymns in minor keys. At no other time is there that kind of balance between Light and Dark in a church.
I also recall nights when I went with my parents to chior practice rather than being left home with a babysitter. I would wander around the sanctuary and surrounding rooms, playing quietly alone. There are few things more beautiful, in my opinion, than a sanctuary empty and shadowy with the tall stained glass windows lit from outside by streetlights. I still have dreams on occasion of wandering in a church through old balconies and unused rooms.
It’s no wonder I automatically loved “pagan” meditation circles and peace fires. Coming outside at night with candles and bonfires to do energy work under the stars.
Sacred places are never without Darkness, though some people may try to chase it away out of misplaced fear. There is powerful spiritual energy to be found if one can stop denying the natural inclination to balance with the Dark.