We are going to church at Newman Chapel, an expat church that meets in the school multi purpose room. It is run like many churches in the states with a few exceptions. The preachers are all volunteers that rotate and preach either one sunday, or do a mini series, and the worship leaders are volunteers that rotate Sundays as well. It is small enough that there is a brief time for community announcements at the beginning of service, and visitors or new people are introduced. There is also a time or people to share prayer requests and someone will pray for them right away. It has the feel of a big family meeting, the way I imagine the community of the early church.
This past Sunday, we were singing songs about sacrifice and depending on God, and it hit me. We were living among people that were living out the words of the song. They were not just singing words on a screen, or singing in hopes it would be true, their lives actually reflected God’s calling. Worship was unadulterated.
I am excited to live among these people for a few years. Both to encourage them and support their work, but also to learn from them the meaning of living our live for the Lord.
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