A Piece of “Prosperity”

After being welcomed, the body raise their bodies from the pews and then their voices, crowding the air against walls, floor and ceiling, from their bodies. Out of the spirit come breath and voice. In raptness, all become one; sopranos, altos, tenors blend and bleed together, painting the sanctuary with something more than emotion or feeling. By the end, the floor and the altar are both peopled with kneeling bodies, and standing worshippers, with raised hands, are still reaching for only a touch of His robe. All men could handle some healing.