Singing

We lived in the West Indies when I was a child. One Sunday morning, to us a Sunday like any other, we heard singing. We heard happy voices and Caribbean rhythms. That morning we walked into the village to the small, clapboard church. The windows and doors were open. In patois came the invitation, “Come in, come in!” The front pew was hurriedly vacated and there we were on Easter morning. I recall little about the service. Yet, sixty years later, the singing remains.

Go in peace to love and serve the Lord!

Josh