A Voice in the Wilderness by Susan L.

It was a long day yesterday but we arrived safely at our destination. We flew out at eight a.m. so it meant an early start. Somewhat foggy, we wound our way through the labyrynth of check points and more check points. Travellers now have to put their own bags on the conveyor leading to the bowels of the plane. (Its been that long since I've travelled.) Thankfully the airline had stationed a middle aged man to help those who needed help with their bags. It was only six thirty in the morning and he was singing his heart out with a big smile on his face. It was his own song, a song of instruction, "Put your bags here, and then you go over there. Oh, my love, that's a heavy one today! Keep it moving folks, there's more behind..." What a gift he gave to everyone who passed by. The joy, the life, the laughter. He made something special by rejoicing in his work. A job which to some would be monotonous and mundane. Myself included. He probably wasn't paid very much either. I would like to bless the customs agents with some of that joy. It would be nice to see them smile, too. "I will sing to the Lord, because He has dealt bountifully with me." (Sorry, I forgot to write chapter and verse...my concordance is at home.)