Frankly,
that wasn’t what went through my mind first. No, instead there was a part of me
that thought, “These people should all go home and get a life!” It was a
weekend in early November – why weren’t they watching a football game or three
like normal people?
It wasn’t
until the afternoon of the last day that I got my answer. It came in the form
of a rousing rendition of “Dixie!” – by a Yankee band! That was astonishing
enough [can you imagine such a thing happening during the Civil War itself?]
but as I gazed around at the 50 or so people that comprised that ad-hoc
audience I saw an equal sprinkling of Yankees and Rebs, some standing, some on
horseback, all somehow mesmerized.
And the
answer? “every person in this crowd is being healed!”
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