Sunday
mornings are quiet, and the house is warm, but the view from a picture window tell
a different story. Trees swaying, leaves tumbling, and potted flowers dancing
in the wind. The old routine of dashing off into the elements of nature,
heading to Sunday morning church service is non-existent.
This
pandemic can leave you longing for the days of sitting in the pews, rocking,
and clapping as the sounds of singing, guitar playing and a piano, fill the
sanctuary. Let’s not forget the sound of an infant crying or that usher with
the white gloved hands leading you to a seat. You politely smile and point to a
different seat, next to your friend.
We are all
healing from a pandemic that has crippled us, our community, and our loved
ones. There may be no more praising in the pews, but we can still praise from
the porch, the parks, and the pastures. My grandmama used to say, “One monkey
don’t stop no show” (I’ve discovered that’s actually an African American
Proverb).
Dance like
David danced for the Lord, with shouts of joy and noise of horns. Don’t let
this pandemic push your faith aside. In a music video I heard Bishop Marvin
Winans say, “My present faith is based on a past experience. I know He’s (God)
is able to deliver because He already has delivered.”
Think of a
time when you weathered a storm – figuratively speaking or literally. Now get
up and shout. Praise from the position you’re in right now.
As you settle
down and become still, rest peacefully and know that God is in control.
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