Praise at the City Gate.
You could tell standing in front of a crowd came easy for him.
Every week in another state singing or drumming, performing a constant invitation in front of him. A celebrity in his own right. So commanding attention of a room came without thought for him.
“I will not sing any thing, ” he said as if, never in all his life , had he sang a note. Which was quite the contrary.
Yet in this moment it was as if he could repel the spotlight.
His shoulders narrowed and he appeared smaller…as if his energy was going out through his outstretched hands…all for his wife who sat at the end of this gesture.
She looked down at her skirt and fiddled with a loose thread, as women do….
“I want to thank you all for coming out, but more then anything I want to take this time to honor my wife…
in that moment an unseen circle of the spiritual bowed from the power of this gesture and a dream like state fell on the room
“She is the best mother …wife.. and friend , and she has worked hard on this art collection…”
His sincere words went on and she glowed as she fiddled with the loyal thread sitting there next to her sleeping baby …. she sat there in a room continually more and more crowded with the spiritual unseen of that city who were ducking their huge selves into watch….
you could feel the spiritual stopping power of what was happening…an army for Light circling around our gathering… and any darkness was pushed far back
it was surreal.
the air so thick with vows kept and promises strong…
with a husband honoring his wife above himself.
She had turned a hobby of some, into an art, a lifestyle, and her husband lifted her high and proclaimed her blessed for all of heaven and earth to hear.
New International Version (NIV)
Honor her for all that her hands have done,
and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.
*For lessons learned at the Art Show…You are Provided For.