We’re praying for you guys, Kevin and Jessica, as you hopefully get to bring Orlando home soon. What is Sadie thinking of being a big sister? Are there any funny, cute, shocking Sadie quotes or doings? I really enjoyed the picture of Sadie in Jessica’s lap looking down at Orlando.

Elizabeth and the kids made it to our church this morning. I just got back from chapel here at MHS.

The Catherine Hall choir sang in chapel this morning. The director is a lady who often incorporates a clear and effective gospel message in her music selections and comments. One of the pieces they performed this morning was an unadorned version of the old negro spiritual, “Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child.” It opened with a solo sung by a young girl with a nervous posture and awkward face-hiding blond hair. An older girl behind me (from another home) whispered a sarcastic “Uh-oh!” under her breath when the soloist stepped to the mike. (We are often subject to some painfully bad performances.) But this little girl opened up with a strong clear voice that brought gasps from everyone. And the simple words brought tears to the eyes of several tough girls around me. I was wiping away tears myself as a choir of about 50 young MHS students sang “Motherless Child” to an auditorium of over 1000 mostly older students (who aren’t impressed very easily). A young lady comes back to our student home tonight from attending the funeral for her mother who just died of AIDS.

It makes me wish that the wise and loving heart of Christ could replace the foolish and careless heart of mine. It has to be one of the most difficult questions to answer in theology: Why does He use us?

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long ways from home
A long ways from home
True believer
A long ways from home
A long ways from home

Sometimes I feel like I’m almos’ gone
Sometimes I feel like I’m almos’ gone
Sometimes I feel like I’m almos’ gone
Way up in de heab’nly land
Way up in de heab’nly land
True believer
Way up in de heab’nly land
Way up in de heab’nly land

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long ways from home
There’s praying everywhere

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