The Leviathan Singer (1968-2022)
With Sincerity - (Feb 17, 2022) Edyth C. (Moore) Campbell, was a native of Joliet, IL, the fifth and final child born into a family of faith where education, learning, and personal development were taught and modeled. She obtained her BA in Communications, specializing in Journalism, from Olivet Nazarene University. She also completed a Master of Education with English and Social Science endorsements from St. Francis University. Not only that, but she was a teacher, a choir director both locally and nationally, a community leader, an assistant pastor to Pastor Campbell. She served as an associate professor for the D.R. Bell Apostolic Bible College, where she completed the equivalent of a BA in Christian Ministries. Robin Moorezaid, PhD Six Sigma White Belt Educational Leader.
by Robin Moorezaid, PhD
2/17/20242 min read
The Leviathan Singer
by Dr. Robin Moorezaid
She stood on a gray metal fold-up chair in front of the congregation during one of the Pentecostal Churches of the Apostolic Faith conventions. The gathering was composed of more than a thousand people assembled from various states. She was so tiny, at eight years old. This little Levite identified with the people until she opened her mouth. There, her priestly heritage called to them to supper with the Master. She called them with her deep adult voice and long ponytail.
They called her the little Mahaila. She got adrenaline when she sang but grew wiser than her entertainer’s role. She learned to be more than her voice. Through prayer and suffering, she realized she was more when 'the Mahaila' disappeared, and her inner self took form. Searching for answers, she developed her Levitical vocals, ushering everyone into their inner courtyard, singing, "Holy, Holy is He who lives within, who gives us our breath and grants us our being."
She grew to understand that the call was not in the song. It began in the Word. She spoke, performed, and danced the Word, learning its many forms. It was the Word in the beginning; she cried. The Word was made flesh, she understood, and it dwells among us, penetrating the very core of our soul, she proclaimed.
Angry that so many were trapped without hope, without the Word. So, she was heard in the streets, in their homes, on their jobs, privately one by one, reminding her brothers and her sister of who they were and who they could be, tapping a message at the door of their hearts that from the very beginning, the Word was God. She willed her brothers and sisters to believe by using her words to make them visualize and see that it was not by her might, but by God's might that she had her being.
With the newfound wisdom, she reached out and grabbed hold, having tears in her eyes and clenched teeth, screaming, “I may not have conquered the prince of the air, the destroyer of my flesh, but I have met the Master, the deliverer of my soul.” She told them once, twice, and again, "Yeah, thou I walk in the valley of the shadow of death,"... I am calm. She told her brothers and sisters, “Greater things will you do. Take what I have given you, rejoicing! When you feel God's presence, know this, that I am singing again in the courtyard because now I am His, and He is mine!”