Those Rare Moments

So last night I actually went out to a club for the first time since coming to England.  Clubs really aren't my favorite places, and this club was quite a doozie.  The temperature was about thirty degrees hotter than anyone in their right mind would desire and by the time you walk out the front door you feel like you are covered in other people's sweat.  Gross.  Though there was a moment last night that made the entire excursion worth while and naturally took place before we even entered the club.  

So all of us met up in the apartment lobby to take the tube together.  So there we were, a group of 20+ really loud Americans, most of whom were already drunk, walking down the quiet streets of London.  We got everyone onto a packed tube car, and took the train to the appropriate stop.  As we emerged into the main part of the station, there was a guy paying guitar as all the people made their way up the escalators.  

Suddenly a very familiar tune filled the air, the beginning bass line for the song "Stand By Me."  A few of us started to kind of hum the tune of the song as the guitarist played on, and then, one of the more intoxicated members of our party, started to really belt out the song with true gusto.  Instead of getting irritated looks, a whole bunch of British guys on the escalator next to us thought singing was a great idea, and started to join in.  Within seconds, the entire station was echoing with the voices of most everyone in the room singing a song that transcended time and countries.  It was amazing, like one of those scenes you see in a movie.  The kind of moment that makes you feel like every person in the vicinity had the same inspiration at the same moment.  It was a beautiful thing.

We all got off the escalator, and went out of the station with the residual voices lingering in the background.  We all kind of looked at each other, and no one had to say a word because we all knew how awesome that just was.  

So today when I woke up, slightly queasy, kind of achy, I ran over the previous night in my head.  Though maybe I wasn't really into the club, or the taking care of drunk people afterward, I got to experience one of those divine moments.  The kind that remind me of God because it just feels like everything and everyone is in sync.  So although I'm sure God would not look down at that club, appropriately named The Zoo Bar by the way, and be happy with what he saw.  I know that he was with us last night, in that moment of perfect unity in a tube station.