My children, along with a couple hundred other children, are sitting in the dirt wearing the same bright orange shirts they have worn the past four days. They are singing an old hymn, based on an older psalm. There are drums, a college student playing an acoustic guitar, and one cheerful teenage girl wielding the pre-requisite church-camp tambourine. Between each phrase of the song the children clap a complicated pattern while standing in small circles, each child’s palm against the palm of the child to their left or right…Or they shout “Woo Hoo!” in one choreographed voice…..Or they pump their fists into the air and grunt “Ugh!” energized by sheer joy. Each time they repeat the song they speed it up a little, until it resembles the Chipmunk’s Christmas Album, only higher and with more squeak. It is silly and graceless and loud – and it rapidly brings tears to my eyes.
Nothing could be more beautiful.
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