A typcial Zambian church is much closer to the earth, and dirt, than a typical church in Canada/US. Often, in fact the floor, is made of dirt. With far simpler facilities, and with much closer proximity to nature and the open air around you, and with the presence of people simply dressed and without much by way of any material goods, you are much more reminded that you are a son of Adam, crafted from the dirt and formed by God -- a creature of this Earth.
How is it then, that when I attend a Zambian church service, I rather feel that I am breathing the air of heaven, and have entered through the portals of the Kingdom of God?
We attended Acts Church in Kitwe on Sunday. The presence of the transcendent One, the Almighty, was palpable.
Shall the King of heaven
Descend to live in earth's dust?
Shall He condescend to live with us?
Shall the God who rules high above
Reach down with human hands of love?
And shall those hands, once crucified
Yet hold us, hold us, in his love?
We are flesh, dirt of Earth. He is the Lord God Almighty -- and we were reminded of this on Sunday.
Sunday afternoon the power went out. It got dark. We went over to Simon and Luce's. They've got satellite TV!
This morning, Monday, the birds are chirping, the rooster's crowing, and the neighborhood pack of dogs are exercising their lungs.
Morning has broken.
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