Apprentice
Today, on my three week anniversary as a Ghanaian, I went to church in Nima. It is the poorest, and most densely populated area of Accra. Approximately one million of the three million people in Accra live here, and it is considered a Muslim stronghold. I was asked to speak. Everything was translated into three different languages. I love that. It feels like heaven.
These little boys were in charge of the percussion section. (Please note their apprentices.) They played while the people danced and sang. They were spectacular. Maybe if I ask them nicely, they will let me be an apprentice, too.
This is a picture I did not take of two goats, marching back and forth on the steps in front of a vacant building, like the changing of the guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.
posted by Lesley Watson @ 5:45 PM
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2 Comments:
yum, your post made me think of our other days in Africa and the indescribable feeling of being there in church together. The overwhelming sensation of being one with the whole Body in the whole world. The rejoicing in the simplest beauty of being able to celebrate Jesus together. The pride of being able to stand up and read the Words of the Lord in your own heart's language whether that was a language being preached in or not. I was right back there. Worship is truly a beautiful thing.
lesley.......i was missing you so much last night, please send me a hug the next time you think of me.
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