Thursday, January 19, 2012

For the First Time.

 On Sunday we went to a village about 45 minutes from Tororo. Pastor Ruth had asked us to come with because she and an elder from the Tororo Pentecostal Church were going to present a Name to the church. Now the funny part is I don’t remember the name of the church because I don’t know how to pronounce the name of the village. (sorry).
Anyways, the woman in the village who has started the church her name is Margaret. Margaret is a full of life spirited woman! She was so welcoming to us! We had a warm welcome of plastic lawn chairs seated in front facing the congregation, and water bottles. The church structure is a dirt floor, lumber as the walls to hold up the tin roof and they have mudded half way up the walls all the way around. There were about 15 adults and 15 children there.
It is normal in Africa to have testimonies at the beginning of the service and while they were sharing a girl Joyce, stated that we were the FIRST Mzungus she had ever seen. WOW!! What an honor. Yet, the pressure to leave a good impression for what they will think of mzungus! ...still trying to wrap my head around it. It kind of felt like we were an exhibit in a zoo because more and more children were coming from the village to see and they would stand outside the church and just stare in at us. It’s something I am fairly used to but it is actually exhausting. But the worship time was fun and lively and we had a good service. They were so happy to be an official church and for visitors “us” to be there.
After church we were welcomed to Margaret’s home and she filled us with lunch! We had chicken, matoke, rice, millet bread, and cabbage. The normal african meal. She was so welcoming and kind.
A funny story to end this post is during our time we had to use the toilet. So Pastor Ruth came with us to show us where it was and we walked to find it. Yep. Four walls built of sticks with dried tall grass as the “shower curtain” so to speak, and inside was the bathroom. Rocks, no hole. So...it was an experience. Yet, Africa is making me less surprised by any event we encounter. The phrase I use is “It’s Africa, anything is possible”.
Worship time!

Margaret

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