Everyone is fanning in a losing effort to combat the heat, but no one minds. There is lively singing all around, but you can still spot one or two elderly folk who have nodded off to sleep in the pews. The preacher seems in no rush to stand behind the platform, and no one seems to mind.
Above all this, you sense an undeniable purity. These people are truly sincere. Their sorrows and struggles are real, but so is their celebration. Their expression is authentic and very accessible, even to visitors of their fellowship. Before you know it, you are singing as well. What a wonderful, shared experience.
Such is the practice of Christian worship in the Caribbean when it is done right. It warms your heart more than the sun heats the sand, and cools the soul more than the breeze off the Caribbean sea.