New people fill the pews. I stare at the big, empty table inscribed with ‘This Do In Remembrance Of Me.’
People in long blue robes march in singing “I am on the battlefield for my Lord, I’m on the battlefield for my Lord; And I promised Him that I would serve Him till I die. I am on the battlefield for my Lord.” A bald man, punching the air in time to the music, precedes them.
My feet itch to prance in the aisle. I prance in my heart where only my Friend sees. Some of the new people clap and sway.
One voice rises up, “Ay-I took the Master-er’s hand, A-and I joined the Christian band, Ay-’m on the battlefield fo-or-or my-ay-ay-ay-ay Lord.” Her voice wrenches my heart.
I want to sing like that.