My blogs can often be saturated in
serious matters and I just wanted to take a moment to tell a funny
story. Perhaps only funny to me but regardless here she goes.
One of our friends from the farm,
Ocides, asked us to go to his church one night. So we went to this
little ally church in San Juan with him. There were maybe twenty
people there total in a quite corner of the city. I loved this
church. It was so beautifully simple.
The next week he fought with me for
nearly ten minutes about singing at his church because my friend,
Nate, told him I can sing. So eventually I give in and agree to
sharing a song with these twenty people in an ally in San Jaun. It
was not a threatening situation in my mind and would not be a big
deal.
Or so I thought.
The next week comes and I have my
guitar in hand as we start to follow Ocides to church. After walking
about three quarters of a mile we realize we are not going to the
same church as before. So I start asking Ocides where we are going.
He says a different church that is a bit further away. I, in turn,
ask him where the church is and how many people will be there. He
says it’s closer to the farm and that he doesn’t know exactly how
many will be there. Somewhere around 50.
So we are about a quarter mile away
from the church when I hear this loud music coming from the street in
the distance. I look at Ocides and ask him if this music from the
church and he just starts to laugh. You could literally hear
everything as clear as day from a mile away.
The church was about seventy people or
so, but it was on a street of apartments where you could easily hear
everything in each building.
I did not have a pick-up on my guitar
so Ocides held a mic to it while I sang for this community. It was
pretty hilarious how it all ended up.
Oh, and I sang “Hymn for all the
World” and “Beauty of the Lord” in English in case any of you
were wondering.
In any case, I walked away laughing.
