On Sunday while we were in Africa Brian had the awesome privilege of preaching at one of the churches in a village we had visited. It was Pastor Unity's church, which is also the school we got to play and spend the day with the children at. Before church began Brian was preparing and I was walking around exploring and taking pictures, and then a couple of women started to pray before church began. There were only about 6 of us in the room and as soon as they started praying I broke out into tears.... I am not talking little cries, more like sobbing crying so much that I had to leave the room because I didn't want anyone there to think something was wrong with me. The presence of God was so strong and these people were just pouring out themselves worshipping Him. At that moment, if I had any teeny tiny doubt in my heart or mind about coming and serving in Africa, it was completely washed away. This is what we had been waiting for the last couple of years. The feeling of being at home was truly overwhelming and unexplainable. Then people started pouring in and church started.
From what I understand it is typical for worship to be done in 3 parts there. First it was a song that they sang the same line over about 30 times, then it was singing and dancing, then it was a hymn ( I am pretty sure it was How Great Thou Art). Brian did an amazing job preaching. I know I am bias since I am his wife, but I have never been more proud of him. He did so great with his first time of having an interpreter, and Pastor Unity did a great job translating for him. We got to have a great time of praying with people afterwards. One of the really great things about church there was that it is a serious thing. What I mean by that is that when the people come in they are there for one thing and one thing only...... God. They come hungry and ready to love on Him. It was such a great experience and such a wonderful memory.
