Today I went to a church down the way a bit. It was a good
walk, pleasant and cool. And the service was wonderful. It reminded me of the
churches that are dotted and scattered across Africa with whom I have worshiped in the past. But
I’ve never been in a service quite like this. They call it “thanksgiving
service”, a time of celebrating Gods faithfulness in providing as we look at the
harvest of the crops. I walked in alone and was greeted warmly. Nurses from my
ward were scattered in the crowd, people from the hospital staff, a few
familiar faces here and there. The service was good, but the worship was great.
You know, there are times when you just can’t worship Him enough. You raise
your hands in praise, but you long for more. Well, more was totally acceptable
this morning. The whole body of those believers was engaged to worship God. To
worship in dance and song with a crowded group of people in a dingy brick
building just seems somehow right. And then, came the thanksgiving part. Since
it is harvest, people brought their goods into the church. They gave what they
had grown, or raised, or built. People danced with 50 pounds of corn on their
backs, pots of dry beans, huge yams, 15 foot sticks of cane (sugar cane I think
– and imagine that on someone’s head dancing through an already tight building),
rabbits and chickens in baskets, a goat pulled along through the crowd on a
rope, chairs built by carpenters… On and on it went, feet dancing while loads
were swaying. We rejoiced as everyone brought their goods through. And then
they went into a pile outside. After the service everyone gathered around to
buy the goods so that the money could be donated to support the church. It was
auction style. Had I known, I would have brought more money. And a basket to carry stuff home in. The whole
experience was so enjoyable. I snuck a few videos to allow you to experience it
too.
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