The Serenade

The Serenade

When Sharon Reagan arrived at camp for North Texas Tres Dias #11, she felt totally out of her element.  Just a few hours before, her husband Charlie had given her some send-off advice, “Just enjoy it.”

Fine for him to say, she thought, he was on the other side of his weekend. Sharon was uncomfortable with people she didn’t know and was filled with absolute dread.

It’s a familiar scenario for many of us, and Sharon, being the “closet rebel,” played along while she balked and cringed inside. “I felt like an alien dropped down into a foreign planet,” she told a friend afterwards. But when Saturday night came around, and the men piled into the dining hall to surround the room to serenade, everything changed. “When they raised their arms to intercede for the women, I felt my resistance dissolve. It was such a powerful thing.*”

While the men sang, she looked around the room at the  women. “So many were coming undone.” And she sensed herself losing control. Why am I crying, Lord?

On a logical level, Sharon was forever aware of the abuse in her past, but at that moment, in the midst of a cacophony of men’s voices, she made a healing connection. As a child, Sharon felt unprotected by the men in her life, so naturally she had misgivings about God in that role. So she held back in secret distrust.

“Suddenly, I felt the Lord saying, ‘Sharon, you can count on me.'” It was a moment of restoration. “I understood finally and fully that the Lord is my protector.”

Many Tres Dias communities opt for a Mananita (little good morning) where the community serenades the candidates on Sunday morning. Both have the same memorable effect of bringing a shower of God’s love to a ready heart. “When the Body of Christ serves in that way,” Sharon says. “There is nothing like it.”

Reported by Jan Coleman