The morning began in typical smaller church fashion, with the door being locked because the folks with the key hadn't arrived. I loved the fact that people weren't up in arms because we didn't start right at 9:30, but instead enjoyed the time to talk and greet each other in the Lord. As I write that sentence, I really mean it...they greet each other and are genuinely thankful that that other person is there to worship and praise.
We began with prayer, singing, announcements, scripture and the youth choir sharing 2 songs with the fellowship. I was then asked to come and bring the morning's message. I've got to tell you, preaching with an interpreter is really cool! The young man who translated from English to Setswana is nicknamed "Champ" because he is a really good football player.
His given name is Matata, which means "problem" or "worries". This man gives our enemy plenty of problems as his fire and passion for the Lord is unmistakable.
We closed our time with a song of greeting and said goodbye to every person gathered in that place. It was really sweet and powerful. From the young to the old, men and girls, we all greeted each other and wished each other well until we meet again. This practice of passing the peace is one that I would love to see our church in the States practice, as it reminds us that we are not there for ourselves only, but for each other as well.
Lunch was served by Barb Hartnett (what a wonderful woman she is) and we had Moruti (pastor) James and Deacon Julian over.
The best part was the stories shared and the fact that Julian slept through 1/2 of the afternoon. I just love this culture...
It's hard to believe that we fly out in 3 days...time really flies when you don't focus on time.
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