There is something about togetherness that resonates all through nature; a school of silvery sardines’ synchronized swimming or the terrifyingly awesome wildebeest migration, unity in agreement is a powerful force and it occurred mightily on a foggy cold Friday night.
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap …..
That’s the sound nearly 3000 hands praising God.
It started about 2 hours ago, when the head pastor sent a note to the choir leader, on it was written ‘Praise session now’; the choir leader looked puzzled because they (the choir) had just finished an hour and half praise & worship session, and this was usually followed by prayers.
He looked at the note once more and shrugged his shoulders, and called the leaders of the various section of the mass choir telling them about the note he had received. And it began.
At exactly 11pm, the head pastor, a tall dark gaunt looking figure, in a dark grey suit and a black bishop collar neck, walked up to the pulpit, raised up his lean arms (for about 4 – 5 seconds) and started clapping slowly.
Then, his momentum grew, and other ministers joined in also clapping slowly, then something marvelous happened. The choir leader noticed the clapping and strategically phased out the singing by getting the instrumentalist to increase their tempo. The drummer was the first. Hitting hard and fast, then, the lead guitarist quickly jumped out in front of the choir for his own ‘very special solo’.
And the tempo of music has increased tremendously. The clapping was now gaining momentum.
The vigil had started to transform into a praise concert. And that thing that usually happens when a large group claps in unison, where their claps slowly synchronize into perfect harmony, happened … and it did not stop. The music was getting louder, the congregation was getting louder and the hall was getting brighter. All these were happening, but those inside were oblivious to the occurrence, till the head pastor picked up the microphone and said “Thank You Lord. We are here”
Almost immediately, it happened…
There was chaos on the road, smoke everywhere, people crawling out of burnt mangled vehicles, bloodied but alive. Lots of broken bones, but none dead.
Is this a miracle?
Then the search began, people had suddenly gone missing; husbands looking for wives, sisters looking for brothers, passengers looking for drivers … This wasn’t a miracle, it was chaos.
The auditorium was a ghost town filled with bags, purses, cars in the car park, phones … but no people, not a single soul.
“Then there will be two men in the field; one will be taken and one will be left. Two women will be grinding at the mill; one will be taken and one will be left. Therefore be on the alert, for you do not know which day your Lord is coming”
Matthew 24:40 – 42