I'm sitting in the airport in Birmingham, writing emails and editing stories. It's Sunday morning, and I'm off for a week of reporting -- a trip I'm excited about, but Lord, it's early.
All of the sudden, the airport speakers malfunction and start blaring music. Good music, something soulful. (I don't remember what as I was still waking up, being latte revived.) When the music came in and out, these two Delta gate agents rolled with it.
They said, "We know that some of you may be missing services this morning, so we'll bring them to you!" Then they gave pre-boarding instructions in a way that filled us all with the Spirit.
Everyone in the concourse was smiling, a minor miracle in an airport on an early Sunday morning.
Of course I was the only one who put her hands up and yelled a loud "Amen brother!"
Traveling mercies indeed.