Yesterday, we went to churh in our new country, for the first time.
When we drove into the parking area of the NG church in Windhoek-Wes, my 5-year old son commented "Mom, see the big cross" ... I was quite a bit nervous about the church service, because we were members of a very big and traditional but new-age church, NG Moreletapark. And, I could not imagine God giving me a message in any other church. I recalled memories of me going to church in the small town I grew up in ... and I could only remember the hard wooden seats, the organ not working too well, and very boring sermons.
So, this is what I anticipated from this small church with not too many seats, and a small parking area. Inside the church, my anxiety grew as I saw the traditional setup, and when the music started playing I could not help crying with each song, missing my home.
Well, never judge a book by its cover. I was so wrong.
I remember sitting there thinking... will I be able to meet God in here? Will it feel if God is here? Will God be here?
The music was very nice, familiar praise and worship songs, even in this small church, and then when the preacher started I could not get myself to be bored ... every word he said was so insightful and valid. And his message was clear, as he told us, each and every place we go, we should remind ourselves: "GOD IS HERE".
Elke oomblik is deel van iets wat jy nooit weer terug sal kry nie.
Maandag 25 Januarie 2016
{Going to Church in Namibia}
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