My First African Worship

I went to my first African Christian worship service this morning. I had some feelings similar to what I had when I saw my first glimpse of the Great Wall of China. I marvel at God's power and might to bring me to this place called Africa. I was worshipping with people who are not African Americans, but Africans!

I have come to colorful clothing heaven. The clothes, the hairdos, the jewelry. So many reflections of the wonder of God's creativity and majesty.

The worship was longer than an American service -- about an hour and a half. A whole crowd of babies was dedicated -- not baptized. There was a lot of singing and praying. This week was unusual I was told because there was not a sermon.

I am adding another thought later in the day: I wonder if it is in cultures where most things are reliable -- i.e. electricity, water, internet, etc. -- that time is so important. Being on time, not using too much of someone else's time, etc. And perhaps it is in cultures where most things are not reliable that there is a different relationship with time. When we get there. When it happens. Don't worry. Etc.