If you ask me what crossover means to me? I would really have to think deep to give an answer. Superficially, I would say crossover is church and when the clock hits 12.
One thing I look forward to when the year ends is the service. Everything about the service is increased by a frequency of 1000. The energy is amplified and the atmosphere becomes automatically charged.
I love the gratitude that feels the air. Everyone feels immensely thankful as the year runs to an end. The songs rendered in praises sounds like heaven to the congregation’s ear. The drums joins to make the moment eccentric. Everyone release themselves and groove to the melody they listen to. I would always just wait and look around. I love to take in the joy on the faces of every one present. The smiles and laughter on the lips of every one around. It then looks like we all become oblivious of the heavy weight of the world as we dance away our sorrows. There is a secret smile on our lips as our heart leaps.
Every tick of the clock propels us to the future we long for. The time set apart to pray feels sacred. We all close our eyes with our heart lifted to the heavens in adoration. Well I never saw the appeal of that moment years ago. The constant sting I felt from my grandmother’s pinch makes me dread time of prayer. Don’t blame me though, the moment felt too serious for me as a child.
Want to know my best time of the service? Yeahhh, there is no plot twist to that. It is when the clock hits 12. The clock becomes an object to admire during the service. My neck would always feel the strain from turning too often. I just wanted to hear the final count down.
Before that, have I talked about the varieties. Did I hear you say explain varieties? It is that time set apart for showcasing talents. I love watching people do things I never knew they could do. The way gifts and talents stare in front of me ready to be unravelled is a sight to behold.
Let’s go back to the clock. The countdown begins as the pastor goes, “Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One”. With each number the church echoes in unison excitement at the brim. Then we all scream together, “Happy New Year”. That moment, that minute, that second is crossover to me. The joy personifies on the faces of all of us as we hug, greet and dance with each other. It is another season.
On a deeper level, Crossover kind of feels me with dread. I don’t know if anyone is also like me but I have a whole lot of resolutions made but not actualized. Crossover feels me with dread as I try to magically see and know if this is really my new beginning.
New Year has been made to look like an automatic switch in time. The clock hits 12 and a person is expected to make a 180 degree turn and change his/her life. It seem like we are all offered a clean slate with traces of the former writings on it. We set goals and are expected to meet them.
I can’t help but wonder, ” Would I make it this year? Would i achieve my set goals?” Anxiety creeps in with every thought but I give it all up. The energy and vibe is too intense to ignore. So when you see me please don’t ask about my plans. I am merely surviving on the excitement of the season.
