Being a member of one of the worship teams at church is something I didn't ever expect to do. Don't get me wrong. I love to sing, worship His holy name and have always been okay in front of a crowd. Even in high school, I loved being part of the drama club because I had an affection for "acting". So here I am. Standing and singing with a bunch of talented musicians, of which I feel I am so strangely under qualified.
As I stood in my assigned spot, I couldn't help but replay in my mind the events of not so long ago. Packed. Hundreds. Children. Wet faces, hot breath of sorrow, tissues too numerous to count. I relived the moment when the funeral home director asked if we were ready. I recall nodding my head as I looked around to the rest of my family for acknowledgement that we were pulled together enough to go in. Then he said "okay. I'm going to clear a path and then I'll come back and get you". Wonderment. Exactly what did that mean? I was unprepared for what it meant. Upon his return he said all was set. As we entered the sanctuary, there was a blur of people from the front to the standing room only back, countless people. On the floor in front of the pews were children. Sitting cross legged on the floor, on the stairs, tucked up next to each other with faces filled with emotion they were having a hard time grasping. I remembered this verse, written in the King James version:
But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not,
to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.
At the time I also remember thinking "wow, my boy was loved by so many kids". And today I know that in his short years, Sawyer impacted many. I was so pleased that so many had come to say a healthy good bye to a dear friend.
So here I was this morning. With all these thoughts in my head....singing His praises. Knowing that my memories of that unimaginable day will never be forgotten.
Oh, and yes, "Holy Is the Lord" was one of our songs.
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