Most of us were old ladies,
Older even than I.
But the three singers, mother,
Father, and son sang their
Hearts out as if we were a
Crowd of one thousand.
I chuckled inside at the incongruity
Of it all.
Somehow, their clap-happy, ear
Shattering gospel music seemed
Out of place in the staid old church
With the stone faced staring seniors
Scattered throughout the
Sanctuary. And yet,
It was perfect.
The melodic truth reverberated
Into every crevice where it just
Might be in short supply.
I smiled broadly, trying to
Show my appreciation, and
Even clapped a bit.
(It's just not my forte.)
I tried to encourage them along,
But probably best of all, I
Bought one of their books and
A CD of their songs.