On Friday afternoon, as the result of a series of random events, I ended up at Furman with my beautiful friend Abigail. Don't you love a good unplanned reunion? It's sweet and unexpected like finding your favorite t-shirt that you lost and thought was gone forever.
It was a gorgeous day. The kind of day that would be perfect for an outdoor wedding. Abigail grabbed her ukulele and we headed to the outdoor amphitheater to jam out. She has just recently started learning how to play the instrument, and is already quite good at it. We sang a few worship songs and then got stuck on Amazing Grace (My Chains Are Gone). We must have sung it at least three times. We were singing with reckless abandonment, in an unabashedly,
slightly embarrassing,
free your soul kind of way.
The way you would sing in the shower if you thought no one was listening,
praising the Lord,
hopelessly in love with the God who created ukuleles and vocal cords.
My chains are gone
I've been set free
my God, my Savior has ransomed me
And like a flood His mercy rains
Unending love, Amazing Grace
After we had stopped to give our throats a break, a man and his son walked up to us in the amphitheater.
"Just wanted ya'll to know, your voices are carrying all over this place.We thanked him profusely for the encouragement as he turned and left, pushing his baby son in a stroller back through the grass.
It sounds beautiful. I'm a christian, and this is a spiritually dead place, and your voices are a light. Keep singing."
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