A beautiful sound drifted up the hill
as the sun descended in its evening retreat. The sound of children’s
praises rising to the rhythm of a deep resounding drum beat.
Walking down the hill this beautiful
sound transformed into a beautiful sight as dozens of orphans danced
joyfully by flickering candlelight.
Entering the small room, precious hands
grabbed us, pulling us into their worship circle, rescuing us from
comfort zones, inviting us into true worship.
And so we danced. Remembering again the
joy of childlike exuberence and faith, caught up in the simplicity
and power of the scene unfolding.
As sweat poured and our energy waned,
the older children continued to laugh, to sing, to shout and to dance
with all their might. The younger children choosing instead to
retreat to our laps, falling asleep in the comfort of loving arms.
Walking back to our home beneath a now
moonlit sky we were left breathless, awed and renewed again with the
knowledge that there is hope for this dark land and it is beginning
in a tiny room of children orphaned by the world but adopted by God.
