I have always loved going to church. I especially enjoy the opportunity to worship with those of other cultures. I would not be disappointed this Sunday. Five hundred lively congregants sang of their hope in God and while I didn't understand the words the tunes of the hymns were familiar. I could sing in english as they worshiped in Creole. This is a little taste of heaven. I was so struck at how beautiful the people were. They live like refugees, many in tents, yet they put on their Sunday best for the Lord, dresses and suits, hair fixed smiles wide. They rejoiced as the offertory was played and gave what they could. The walls were literally plastic wrapped about four feet high leading to open air with a poles supporting a hot tin roof. Sunday school begins at 6:00 am...yes that's AM... this is in order to beat the heat. A "lovely" out-house is located near the rear of the "facility" This sure is a wonderful reminder & challenge to be grateful and not complain. When we are hot, we crank up the air... Oh the words of Paul ring in my head..." ...for I have learned to be content what ever the circumstances... Philippians 4:11
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