Hands fly up all around me – some open, fingers reaching for the sky while others are cupped in reverence and kept close to the body. I look to my right to see a 6’ 4” black man with both hands high and outstretched, a smile beaming across his face. Behind me a generation boundary is evaporated as a Grandmother gently sways back and forth, 8 month Granddaughter in her arms. Across the way a middle-aged white woman catches my eyes and moves my heart as she kneels on the carpet, head and arms up, spirit alive. Welcome to Sunday morning Church. More specifically, 9:30 Sunday morning service at Jubilee Community Church. Although I haven’t updated this in far far FAR too long, which I deeply apologize for, I have been having a culturally rich experience beyond imagination this past month, most recently starting yesterday morning. Admittedly, it has been awhile since I’ve been to church and yesterday was a wonderful reminder of how blessed I truly am.
I desperately want to elaborate more on my experience but currently I am strapped for time with a large assignment. Therefore, I will update again as soon as possible (and sooner than 1 month, I promise). Until then, God Bless.
(to be continued…)
