Beautiful Servants- Africa Day 3

Today we went to church with Pastor Edward. I had no clue what to excpect, but in my mind it would be held in a little white building and all the old black women would be dressed in there finest attire and would dance and lift up the Lords holy name. At least the last part was right, but church was held in a poorly constructed wood structure, some parts coverd in tarp, with a few pieces of wood nailed together for seats. The women were dressed in there finest attire, that of some hand me down skirts and hoodies. The men dressed in suits that didn't match and button downs that had stains. All of that didn't matter though, I looked at these people and saw a beauty that surpassed our fashionable church any day. All of these people worshiped and prayed with such intensity that it's hard to describe the joy that overcame my heart. I have never felt closer in tune to the Spirt then the way I felt this morning in that structure without lights, instruments, or projecters. Why do we complain if the music is to loud? Why are we embarrassed to raise our hands and kneel before our Lord in public? Why are we scared to let go and dance for Jesus? We are talking about the Savior, the Mighty King, who has overcome the grave and rose beauty from ashes. He deserves everything and anything we can give him. America needs revival and to understand that our brothers and sisters in much more desperation and pain then we could imagine are faithful servants of God, the kind of servants that we need to be. A city on a hill, shining in sync for our great faith in our father! 

    Church on the Rock Zambia, Africa 

     I do this for you Lord, and you alone.