Lift up your heads, O ye gates.
and be ye lifted up,
Ye everlasting doors.
And the King of Glory shall come in
The King of Glory shall come in!
This past Palm Sunday, like last year, my church worshipped in a virtual, instead of a physical, space. However, as in many years past, a version of Psalm 24 was sung. This year, a lone male soloist, whose technical precision could not be denied, posed the psalmist's question:
Who is the King of glory?
Who is the King of glory?
In years past, the late Sister Geraldine Fortune had that honor. No matter who sings on Palm Sunday, I still hear Sister Geraldine's sweet soprano.
She walked on two canes, her gait hobbled by an infirmity I never heard named. You could see the pain in her eyes as she struggled to move. Yet the joy in her voice was unmistakable and unwavering. She sang from a place where her joy and her pain met. Every Palm Sunday, the joy won.
As I listened to "her" song this past Sunday, an unaccountable wave of sadness washed over me. What more did I remember about her? What more is there on this earth to remind us of her life or her legacy?
The sadness passed as I realized that Sister Fortune lives through "her" song. People may not remember her favorite color or words of wisdom she imparted, but we will always remember her song. We will always remember her joy.
What better legacy is there?
She walked on two canes, her gait hobbled by an infirmity I never heard named. You could see the pain in her eyes as she struggled to move. Yet the joy in her voice was unmistakable and unwavering. She sang from a place where her joy and her pain met. Every Palm Sunday, the joy won.
As I listened to "her" song this past Sunday, an unaccountable wave of sadness washed over me. What more did I remember about her? What more is there on this earth to remind us of her life or her legacy?
The sadness passed as I realized that Sister Fortune lives through "her" song. People may not remember her favorite color or words of wisdom she imparted, but we will always remember her song. We will always remember her joy.
What better legacy is there?
He is the King!
He is the King of Glory!
The Lord strong and mighty.
The Lord mighty in battle.
He is the King!
The King of Glory!
