Music

Both Belleville’s and Fairview’s song services inspired us last evening as we listened from the chairs in our apartment bedroom. Even better was singing with the Akinyombos at the worship service in Poughkeepsie yesterday morning. The music rang right from our inner being!

Needing exercise, we went out after the services last evening. The Tibetans had gathered to dance to the music of their country in the playground near here. We watched as the large group, some in traditional dress, circled swaying and prancing. When the tempo picked up, the dancers moved more swiftly, stomped harder and motioned more. Smiles lit the faces of the dancers. They dance to preserve their cultural identity against the encroachment of the Chinese in their homeland. The dance was a protest.

Ironically, the Chinese were not being silent in the playground; a large speaker system loudly poured forth their dance music. Couples paired off and twirled to the songs sung in a language we don’t understand.

Laurence and I walked on. A few blocks later, we heard another kind of music. We crossed the street and found a small group standing in a handball court, chanting as a leader directed. It was a Hindu worship service.

I pray that the music of the one true God will someday fill Elmhurst. Berniece

P.s. Laurence returned to work this morning after over two weeks off for eye surgery and recovery. Help us pray that all will be well. Thank you for all your prayers!