I was so moved by the choir that I cried. After one of the hymns Sam stood up and said; “Amen” and “Thank you, Jesus.” Marcel was a raisin tossing pew climbing menace. This is the brief version of our first encounter with the AME Zion church yesterday.
And, aside from the one woman who moved when Marcel’s aforementioned shenanigans were too much for her, we felt welcomed, and unimportant in a good way. Meaning, I did not feel as if we stood out at all. That crazy ego centric fear kept me home for months. There were many families that looked like ours in some way. The building was small, and packed. The musicians included a drummer and a bass guitarist. The choir leader’s voice pierced through me like beam of epiphanous joy. I was shaking it all despite myself. Sam held his hands up in the air and sang along. Marcel put his hands on his ears and said; “too loud.” Continue reading “When the Divine makes itself known: Or how going to church and a near death experience hours later feel related.”