We went to the village of Sanda Te today. From Kara, you head West toward Ghana. Then, after you driven about 30 minutes, you turn right on the little dirt road back to the village. Simple enough. Very pretty drive! I will put a disclaimer at the beginning of this: 
Things here are so different and it is hard to explain. I often feel it is IMPOSSIBLE to explain, especially using any comparison to worship at home because it is in a completely another paradigm. Not just worship, everything here is like stepping into a time machine. There is not a way to fully explain the experiences here. Even if you could try to capture it in a picture, you could never explain the smells, the tastes, the feelings, or the sounds. I apologize for my inabilities to explain things fully. Please know it is not because I don't want to...it is because I don't know how.
Things here are so different and it is hard to explain. I often feel it is IMPOSSIBLE to explain, especially using any comparison to worship at home because it is in a completely another paradigm. Not just worship, everything here is like stepping into a time machine. There is not a way to fully explain the experiences here. Even if you could try to capture it in a picture, you could never explain the smells, the tastes, the feelings, or the sounds. I apologize for my inabilities to explain things fully. Please know it is not because I don't want to...it is because I don't know how.We arrived at about 8:44-9:00am. This church is slightly "older" due to that fact that is has existed for about 3 years now (I think that number is right). Anyway, they have built a building and meet regularly. The "service" lasted about an hour and a half - shorted than I expected. Time is not exactly an important thing, just so long as you come at some point, so people trickled in throughout the service. It was pretty organized, meaning that one man seemed to be coordinating and leading the service. However, I got the impression that any man who wanted to speak had the opportunity. Most all of the service was in Kabiye; however there were a few songs in French which I was able to pick up on fairly quickly. There was quite a bit of singing. Which was amazing. 
I got a few videos with my camera. I didn't want to draw attention to myself so they were only about 10 sec. in length. Becky said she didn't notice so I guesss it worked. This worship here - it's authentic worship. There is no show. Nothing is fake. You see hearts when you hear and see. Nothing is routine or stagnate. I have trouble explaining what it's like to be with Christians who don't know anything but how to worship with their hearts!! Ironic I think. Just some things to think about. Let me know what you think!!!
I got a few videos with my camera. I didn't want to draw attention to myself so they were only about 10 sec. in length. Becky said she didn't notice so I guesss it worked. This worship here - it's authentic worship. There is no show. Nothing is fake. You see hearts when you hear and see. Nothing is routine or stagnate. I have trouble explaining what it's like to be with Christians who don't know anything but how to worship with their hearts!! Ironic I think. Just some things to think about. Let me know what you think!!! Picture #1 is the building that we worshiped in today.
Picture #2 is a "close-up" of part of the village Sanda Te.
1 comment:
Wow, so it sounds VERY different. Which I expect that really, but somedays I think I need that in my life...not that this is about me. It's about you Rachel. Ha. I'm glad you seem to be enjoying it over there. I am a bit envious, really. I brought your sinning brother a bunch of dvd's this weekend. Just so he'd have something to watch. Later.
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