Our internet failed and Laura and I grudgingly had to walk—since
my husband took the keys to the gate linking us to the router room—to make
contact with the technicians. On our way back we met a dusty little boy still in
his school clothes. As I greeted him with a “Molo”, he lifted up his arm. I
thought he was going to pick out the grass tufts from his hair (he was playing
with an older friend on the soccer field), but instead he put his warm hand in
mine and started singing in a husky off-tune tone. At first I did not recognize
the melody or words, but he sang louder as we walked on. It was a song that was
sung with the children over Easter in the Children Service tent.
The little boy then switched to another song that the
children had learned. He did not say a word but in his song he told me that he
remembered the three days spent with Bible lessons and songs from the Word. He
then dropped my hand and as we parted ways, his humming ”There is Victory for Me” trailed like wispy
streams of smoke around us.
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