Good Friday in the DRC concluded in a worship service @ Sila's church.
There was nothing scheduled, but as we arrived, people lingering about
gathered inside. There was a large contingent of children. Sila said
that they were part of the children's choir. I asked if they could sing
a song that he had written and the worship service began. Although
they sang in Lingala, I could feel the worship, the heart that was being
expressed.
The service began after dark and was only illuminated by a few candles.
In the semi dark Kenyon and I were no longer white. We were Africans.
Our skin had grown dark inside a dimly lit church. We were the church,
all equal brothers & sisters, w/ one Father.
Although i was weary from the journey, there was a sweet peace that washed over me.
PS. This church of about 120 members was born out of literacy classes
in the same structure. Literacy classes continue as this church
strongly proclaims the message of Jesus to it's community.
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