Narrative Essay On Gospel Music

The quiet hum of the gospel music lulled me as I rode to church in the backseat of my mother's van, just like every other Wednesday night. The soft chords of the hymn blended with the sound of the van so well that it seemed manufactured with the motor itself and as we neared the church I had no idea that this would be no ordinary night. It was a night that would change my perspective completely and little did I know that after tonight, even dull ordinary moments like these would, in my eyes, be extraordinary.

The church is like a second home to me. The familiar smell lingers with me even now. Every church has its own smell, I know, because I have been to many churches. Every church has its own smell and every church has its own feeling, however, tonight something did not feel right.

Jordan, my sister, slept from the moment she got into the van. Sleepy siblings didn't bother me or Mom but Dad growled at the unacceptable behavior. "It's disrespectful," he grumbled. To say that it is a recurring issue is an understatement and now her stillness even vexed me. I shook her shoulders but she didn't budge. We arrived at church and managed to get my catatonic sister up on her feet long enough to get into the church building but then she slumped onto one of the church pews and continued snoring.

Mom and Dad were furious, their harsh whispers cutting my …show more content…
We arrived at the hospital emergency room and nurses rushed to help Mom and Dad take Jordan to an examination room, leaving me alone in the waiting room with the new unknown smells and a palpable feeling of anxiety. I learned that hospitals have a feeling too, nothing like gospel music in your mother’s minivan, or the smell that is left on your mind after a church service. It’s the feeling you get whenever you don’t know how a story plays out, whether you’ll still have a sister in the end; one who is