Last Sunday we heard the worship team do their set, four songs that ended with the upbeat Caribbean worship rhythm. We all sit down, there is still a little sting in your palms from the clapping. The pastor proceeds to the stage, and this morning he felt like one more song was needed. This song was more soulful, an older song from before, a love song.
In front of us a gray haired senior stood back up right away, there may have been a memory for this tune. Immediately her companion rose to sing as well. The last friend struggled a little to get her legs to work, after having just got settled in the sitting position. The three friends stood with arms raised, and sang out that song.
I wondered how many years have passed for these three. This little island doesn't offer much, but there has been change over the years. When they were children there was more gardening, but there was no electricity. There were no moto bikes or motor boats. They would have gone to Cartagena with someone that knew how to sail and navigate a boat by wind.
They have seen a lifetime, and here I see these three friends together praising the Lord. I wish that a camera could have captured the moment better, that words could convey the picture.
There is a simpleness to their presence but that presence conveyed it's depth.
