the Lord's diversity

A coffee shop on the corner of a street I don’t know.
Inside, wisps of wonderful greet my nose.
Dim lights cast an aura of welcome to my eyes.
Musical young men set up their amps, all the while light-hearted joking is tossed from mouth to mouth.
The first musician takes his place.
He finishes.
The second replaces him.
I’ve never seen a leaner human being.
Is it possible that all the vital organs are tucked away in his small frame?
He’s alive; I suppose they are.
From his wiry build comes a sweet voice.
He weaves a folk-ish ballad all his own; death has the pedestal in his music.
My heart breaks and is lulled by the mournful song.
“Lord, this is your creation, gifted so generously, yet lost with the sorrow of fallen-ness.”
There’s an element of intrigue intertwined in the presence of these young men.
I sense a bond between them, almost like a tight brotherhood, a shelter from rejection, a cove to thrive in the uniqueness of different masculinity.
Their music takes them to a place much different from the war cries of men in battle or the intensity of a fight.
Yet, they are not less; they simply relate to others based on their unique view of themselves and bond to music.
I was refreshed to be around so many different personalities, all made in the image of God, all exactly unique.
A taste of the Lord’s diversity.