Word and Rhythm

Drumming evokes something primal in us, something deep in our soul. Back in old times, Slaves shared stories, pounded drums and clapped and sang spirituals deep in the cotton fields late at night to worship.

With the time change, our 6pm service is now squarely in the dark and we gathered with drums and bibles evoking spiritual energy from the past to feed us in the present. We clapped, we read the word to each other and we sang.

Immersed in that moment, I felt connected to everyone in the room, the words that were being shared and to a larger, deeper church --a church that meets in cotton fields, in living rooms and on street corners.