June 23-24.
Many
parts of my Sundays resemble home very much so. Church. Lunch. Nap. Get a few
things done. Church. Hangout. Bed. However, Zambian traditions still make these
things different, as they should.
We
went to church in Magrimon, a village that’s about 20 minutes away in a
vehicle. One of the night guards, one of the aunties and another friend from
Namwianga all worship there. In church the auditorium is split down the middle
with men on one side and women on the other. At the end of service, the man
making the announcements shared the attendance numbers in men and women. The
numbers/data part of me enjoyed that fact. They also introduce every visitor by
name- that includes all 8 of us and 33 college students from George Benson. When
visitors come, the Zambians see it as they’ve come to share a message! So the
men help participate in the worship service and the whole groups sings in front
of the congregation. Well, we had two songs that we practiced on the way to
church, but the college group was one of George Benson’s Choirs… Uh. Not fair.
The church was sweet and clapped as we tried to sing in Tonga. When we sang in
English though we almost fell apart from laughing at ourselves. It was just
special and bad. Webster, the night guard and dear friend, made us lunch. It
was a real treat. The rest of our Sunday was restful and wonderful. Mr. Merritt
spoke at evening service about 1 Corinthians 12-14 and did a great job of
speaking truth with love. He introduced his lesson by talking about chickens
and hyenas! The point: don’t be a chicken and peck at God’s word, be a hyena
and devour all of Scripture. Only in Africa.
On Monday,
we road with Meagan and Conrad, a man who works around the Havens, to visit
some of the children that have gone back home. The goal was 6 children, 5 different
families. When you don’t have exact addresses and phones aren’t always
reliable, finding 5 families spread out over a 200 km is a big task! Many
praises because we were able to see all 6 children and their families. The day
was filled with laughter and tears. Lots of tears of joy. Seeing these children
thriving with their family, happy and loving life is such a blessing. Trying to
talk to people we pass on the road to find the right family was hilarious! So
many jokes that don’t make sense when you try and retell them. Other parts of
the day were hard because we do not know what God knows. For this I am very
thankful. However, it still means trusting Him and realizing I do not know what
is best. Life is not fair or equal for all of us and there are no simple
answers. So we trust our ever-faithful God.
May the God of hope
fill you with all joy and PEACE as
you trust in him, so that you may overflow
with hope by the power of the Holy
Spirit. Romans 15:13