Usually a warm and familiar group, arms over shoulders, conversations whispered too loud, this group was unusually quite and somber Our Pastor and his wife were away, most regular attendees were absent and prayer was led by another group member
Two in the group, who were usually swaying on a bench, heads almost to the ground, drugged or in pain or both were held up by their friends, filling in an arc of the circle. Periodically one would sway to the center with her hair almost dragging on the ground. We continued to worship around her, wondering if she would eventually fall over.
I wondered what made them join us on that day. Their surroundings were destroyed and they were still under curfew with no were to go. It was hot and I'm sure they were thirsty. I started to imagine our circle expanding; lining the perimeter of the fence, every other person holding up another next to them and then I knew that was the beginning of our finest hour.
