Every church we attend we get the same type of amazing acceptance. They are all poor people, with big toothless smiles, wanting to hear your word. They are at church all days of the week… because they want to, not because they feel burdened by some program. There is such joy here. Terry (our leader) said to the church today “I wish I could take you all home to my church in England so that you might minister to them.” What a crazy event that would be. Why don’t we feel this presence so strongly at home? Why are our churches not alive like they are here?
At the Christmas service at the mother church we sang lots of Christmas carols. Never before had any of us seen Jingle Bells and Feliz Navidad sung as a worship song. But people had their hands lifted and shouted Hallajuah when the songs finished.
Our beautiful Christmas meal consisted of two desks made into a grand table and a compilation of food from the past two days. We had bread (made my the Gypsies from yesterdays church) and peanut butter, and kiwi, and one slice of ham each. It was amazing. None of us were really hungry, so we sat around and just held fellowship. We laughed about what we had thought Christmas would be like and how although we were once worried, we were now so blessed.
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