39 Lift High the Lord

This morning in church there was a processional of three people, one with the cross, one with the Bible and the third with a huge multicolored banner with a white dove on it on a long pole 8-10 ft. tall. She stood and waited up front holding the banner high while the congregation sang, “Lift High the Lord, Our Banner.”

I could see from the back she was quite small and admired her strength and steadiness as she held the banner high. When the first two came down from the altar area, she began to swing the banner around her head in rhythm with the music. Swoosh. Swoop. Around and around. I held my breath--would the banner hit someone if she faltered or lowered her arms if they weakened? Her strength was amazing. When the music ended and she turned around to walk back down the aisle, we could see it was Pam--my husband’s aerobics and weights instructor for 10 years. My husband whispered, “She’s the only person in the congregation strong enough to do that.”