TheEarl
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I was in the town centre, shopping around a Christmas market, when I heard drums. Big steel drums, whistles, cymbals, snares and tambourines thundering throughout the city centre. I turned and walked towards the cacophony, my curiousity piqued by the lively marching beat, to discover a small group of people walking up one of the main streets of the city. At their head were the band and a big banner, but they'd passed and I couldn't see what they were marching for.
I waited until I saw a vaguely official person and asked what they were marching for. It's World AIDS day today and this group of people from local churches and some regulars from a local gay nightclub had organised a prayer meeting and then gone out with their band and their banners and red candle/torches and were marching around the city.
I held my umbrella over a nearby drenched marcher and joined them, getting handed a torch as I went. It was like riding with the Pied Piper of Hamlin; people were pulled from their everyday tasks, as I had been, and joined us on the march. We marched all around the city to the dance of the drums, growing from a tiny little group of people to a big swaying crowd that chattered and laughed and danced, our torches lighting up the dull, wet winter night as we stood in aid of a really good cause.
Christians like that (note to some Biblebashers - also not afraid to be seen with gay people!) I have all the time for in the world. Really made my day to be a part of that and I feel so good about my fellow men that it happened.
The Earl
I waited until I saw a vaguely official person and asked what they were marching for. It's World AIDS day today and this group of people from local churches and some regulars from a local gay nightclub had organised a prayer meeting and then gone out with their band and their banners and red candle/torches and were marching around the city.
I held my umbrella over a nearby drenched marcher and joined them, getting handed a torch as I went. It was like riding with the Pied Piper of Hamlin; people were pulled from their everyday tasks, as I had been, and joined us on the march. We marched all around the city to the dance of the drums, growing from a tiny little group of people to a big swaying crowd that chattered and laughed and danced, our torches lighting up the dull, wet winter night as we stood in aid of a really good cause.
Christians like that (note to some Biblebashers - also not afraid to be seen with gay people!) I have all the time for in the world. Really made my day to be a part of that and I feel so good about my fellow men that it happened.
The Earl