By Melissa Tsang
Hong Kong-As I near the door of activity room located on the 8 floor of an old residential building on Jordan Road, I hear melodious singing. With stepping in, a group of youngsters dressed in white shirts came into sight.
A brown piano lying in the corner of the room, a woman wearing dark frames is playing it. From my scope, I can only see her clever eyes darting from notes and keyboard. Moving the sight to the right, 7 people are singing with slow and even movement of their chests. Without exception, the flutter of their eyelids, slightly raise looking beyond, as if staring at a certain enigmatic figure.
There are about 20 some people sitting there to listen and pray, each of them holding a thick book “Hymns of Life.” After the singing, a middle-aged man moves to the podium, leading people read the apostles, piety and quiet. The majority of the readers low their heads, clasp hands with eyes closed, chanting something.