Yesterday I again had the opportunity to go to Liziel and Reagan’s church and it was such an amazing service. Every song that we sang had so much feeling and emotion tucked into it that it becomes so much easier to worship. As I looked around the church I saw so many different people. All of which were throwing up their hands in complete awe of the Lord. There were Blacks, Colored, Whites and Indians, and every person was joined together in the love of Jesus Christ. It was a beautiful thing, and I noticed that it is something I never see at my home church. The church I go to at home in mainly White, but I fully believe that that is not what God wants His church to look like. And the way we worship should be out of true, deep emotion. A church should be a place to join together with different people, no matter the race or culture, to worship the God we ALL love.
Being at this church has opened me up to so many things that I have never seen before, and at first it scared me, but has brought up so many good questions in my mind. Different may be a hard thing to get used to but as I sang, I noticed in front of me, a young colored boy. His mother was holding him and he was gently resting his head on her shoulder. He looked up at me and I saw that he had Down Syndrome. I immediately thought about my Aunt Liz back and home; her loving spirit and great ability to make me laugh and that is when I realized the people here in Africa are no different from me. We are constantly afraid of the differences in people that we never even take the opportunity to look at our similarities, to appreciate. Yesterday God really showed me that there are no differences because we are all His beloved. Whether some people worship in Africa and others worship in the United States, it makes no difference. We are all people longing to love the Lord and no one has the right to judge another’s heart.
Being at this church has opened me up to so many things that I have never seen before, and at first it scared me, but has brought up so many good questions in my mind. Different may be a hard thing to get used to but as I sang, I noticed in front of me, a young colored boy. His mother was holding him and he was gently resting his head on her shoulder. He looked up at me and I saw that he had Down Syndrome. I immediately thought about my Aunt Liz back and home; her loving spirit and great ability to make me laugh and that is when I realized the people here in Africa are no different from me. We are constantly afraid of the differences in people that we never even take the opportunity to look at our similarities, to appreciate. Yesterday God really showed me that there are no differences because we are all His beloved. Whether some people worship in Africa and others worship in the United States, it makes no difference. We are all people longing to love the Lord and no one has the right to judge another’s heart.
I having been waiting for something to change me here in Africa, fearing that I will miss it, but at church was an amazing opportunity for me. It is small things like that that I feel will constantly move me throughout my semester here and I am so thankful for them!
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