I was in a choir in college. It was an all-black choir (except for me and one friend). They called us, “The Canadians.” We aren’t Canadian. Anyway, I get in my car today to drive home post-haircut and one of the songs we used to sing starts ringing in my ears. I hadn’t thought about it in years, but now it’s on continuous replay in my mind.
“Love can move mountains . . .
Love can calm the sea . . .
If I fight a good fight . . .
I’m telling you, love will save me.”