By Patrick Hawthorne
I couldn’t help it. The words had barely escaped the Pastors lips when my mind went into production mode. Yes, I had a reel to reel movie playing within the confines of my cranium when I should have been focused on the message of God’s Word. Let me digress for a moment.
The message was outstanding. Pastor Paul Troquille, a missionary to Africa and longtime member of my church, was ministering on how to not let the Grinch steal our Christmas. With his staple humor combined with heart wrenching truths, Pastor Paul ministered on how the Christmas season is a time when the devil takes delight in kicking up a ruckus in the minds of Gods’children.
As Pastor Paul continued his message, he spoke of the Apostle Paul and Silas. The two had just been beaten and thrown into prison. The atmosphere was anything but calming. The nauseating stench of sweat, urine, and feces lay thick in the air. Darkness so thick, one could not make out the image of their hand though it was only an inch away. Rats as big as dogs competing for the few scraps disguised as food. Yet, instead of focusing on their misery, the two men of God chose to worship. They chose to elevate the name of Jesus above their circumstances. * And then he said it… “They were singing through the pain.”
In my mind I busted out laughing. I didn’t mean for it to happen. It just did. In that moment, I envisioned the Apostle Paul and Silas doing a dance number to the song, “Singing in the Rain.”
“How’s your back doing?”
“Eh…It hurts, but I will be alright. How about you?”
“Same…Those rods sure hurt don’t they.”
“Yes sir. They do.”
“Ya know…we never did get to finish our prayer service.”
“Yes sir…Those Roman’s sure messed up those plans.”
“Well…how about we just pick up where we left off.”
“Yes, Silas. We’re singing through the pain.”
Cue the music….