Last night, I was supposed to make dumplings with Tong and Michael, but I forgot that weeks before I had promised my housemate Joseph that I would go to the Ark with him yesterday. For a moment I debated what I should do, but I decided to keep my word and go with Joseph.
I was blessed.
There was such a sincere atmosphere of joy and freedom the moment I walked in. I think those two words really characterized the whole night.
Something that I thought was really beautiful was when a couple (Joseph told me they had been with the Ark serving since the very beginning) came to the front and announced to the entire congregation that they were pregnant.
What struck me when the husband announced the pregnancy was that he didn’t say, “My wife is pregnant,” but he said “We’re pregnant.” That simple replacement of a single word carried so much gravity, the “her” to “we.”
Unity is beautiful.
