Calling of the tribe

Today Mike and I and some friends sang the Bruce Cockburn Song "Mystery" at our little church. Complete with digeridoo.
And as verse built on verse, and harmony rounded out harmony, I was pretty overwhelmed by the moment. You know how you find yourself suddenly realizing that you are not alone.
That you are not only All together, but also involved in a Greater Scheme.

And as we sang the lines into this room of stained glass and wooden pews, there was some sort of Awe, I felt as though I was calling all my tribesman. This particular song is not in any hymnal I know; it is, as of yet, new to a "religious" setting (why, i don't know) and so it brings to mind my family's secret whistle.
Yep, we DO have one.
Anytime we get separated in a large crowd or room, one need only whistle the "Schwarz whistle" and one gets found by a family member.
Just so this song rang out in church today-and it felt like the little whistle to say:
hey all you folk who love the subtle parts of Truth, dangle on the edge of doubt at times, rage against the storm of dissapointment, hope heavily and freelance faith- because the religion of your forefathers keeps slipping through the cracks of your being:
you-hoo-over here...
you hoo-I GET YOU.
(or in the words of INXS: "......you're one of my kind"

And I think a few tribesmen felt a distinct heart swell of recognition as the Spirit filled his glass in their soul.

here a few choice lines:
You can't tell me there is no mystery
Mystery
Mystery
You can't tell me there is no mystery
It's everywhere I turn

Moon over junk yard where the snow lies bright
Snow lies bright
Snow lies bright
Moon over junk yard where the snow lies bright
Can set my heart to burn

Infinity always gives me vertigo
Vertigo
Vertigo
Infinity always gives me vertigo
And fills me up with grace

This feast of beauty can intoxicate
Intoxicate
Intoxicate
This feast of beauty can intoxicate
Just like the finest wine

-Bruce Cockburn (2007)