Vicki, show us a yawn, and then trap it. Vicki yawns and closes her mouth. Try it, y all, Chanta says, examining 10 trapped yawns. Let s try We ve Come This Far again from right before your entrance. When the choir steps into the sanctuary, one sound reverberates, thick and heavy, deep enough to fill a soul.
Notes lift off the pages that lay scattered on the piano.
With the cohesion of a team and the enthusiasm for an art uniquely created in space and in time, the PEA Gospel Choir arrives at the altar. I shudder, shaking anxiety off my shoulders, goose bumps forming on my arms. I am breathless, soul-shaken. Chanta beams at her choir, nodding her head to the beat and listening to their voices, aimed skyward towards the rafters. Even as they finish, the song echoes in my head like a thousand voices praising God.