I wish there was an easy way to describe the village church we go to here in Jos. It is neighboring to our future compound site and I just love it. If there was no other reason to come to Africa (however, we really know there are several reasons to visit.....), worshiping with the village people on a Sunday morning, is reason enough. It is amazing!
John and I first decided to attend there because that location and those people will be our focus as a ministry and sometimes if I don't create reasons to get out there and be with these villagers, I might not get there to the extent I need. Anyway, so we started attending and our experiences only grow and increase in understanding, excitement, and overwhelmingness (I know, probably not a real word) of how many ways to worship God there are. There are some pictures here that I have attached that show the humble exterior and interior of this precious church. Oh, and the other picture is just of a squatty potty that was used by yours truly while at a borehole (clean water well) ceremony. Someone else was with me and experienced the same thing, but SHE will remain nameless.....so that picture is just for fun!
Anyway, they have a youth choir, a children's choir and a woman's choir and they are all how you imagine a village church being (lots of instruments, joy, lots of singing, standing and dancing, etc...). The woman's choir just went to a women's fellowship retreat and there was a competition for worship and style of dance and our little humble church in the middle of Jos, won first prize (I told you they were good). It has been a joy to worship alongside these men and women. I really am gaining a deeper understanding of the culture by our Sunday service attendance, they translate the sermon for us, which is kind. I have a richer context to pull from when the Old and New Testament talk about harvesting and borrowing/lending and the "Good Samaritan" with division within tribes and people groups. I also have a deeper understanding of what my own prejudices have taught me to believe is right and wrong.
I am growing to love and I am growing to hope for a people that I had no idea existed (in reality anyway) before moving here. I like the idea of changing and internally growing, but it can be so frustrating at times.
Either way, my eyes are being opened and my vision is getting stronger and I am learning to use squatty pottys. Can I hear an AMEN?!