We attended mom‘s new church yesterday. The humble servants who minister to the congregation are great examples of regular humans doing extraordinary things. Just 1 mile up mom’s country road, she can conveniently plug into this community weekly or even more often.
I contrast that with the complexity and controversy of watching the Barbie movie with mom. Few joyful sounds issued forth from the screen or the audience as issues of matriarchy v. patriarchy, reality v. fantasy, old v. young were portrayed. At the end of the day, I recalled the exuberance of singing praise, willingly shaking strangers’ hands, and soulful shouts from the congregation as more appealing than the silent separate viewing in the theater.
What moves you to make joyful sound? Where do you witness regular human beings acting in extraordinary ways? Ki to Happiness follows what appeals to her soul.