Have you ever worshiped in a foreign country?
Several years ago, I vacationed in Tahiti. Tahiti is such a beautiful country! I loved the nice clear blue water of the South Pacific. I also enjoyed swimming and feeding the sting rays! Those stingrays slurped the chopped-up raw dead fish right out of my hand. It was awesome! The pretty beaches and scenery was so amazing!
During my trip, by the time Sunday rolled around, I was more than ready to attend church. I asked the American travel guide at the hotel where I could go to church. She told me where to go, down the street, literally. So, off I went on foot, wearing my Sunday clothes. I was anxious to see a Tahitian church, and to worship with them. When I arrived, I saw a few groups standing outside the crude church, talking. I saw that the Tahitians dressed up for church. They didn’t wear beach attire and the women didn’t wear pareos (a pareo is an informal Tahitian dress or skirt).
I went inside the church. The church was open. When I say open, we were in a building but, the “windows” were merely open holes in the building. The wind from the ocean drifted into the church. The service started with greetings in English. They then said greetings in their native language.
The service was in their native tongue. Even though I couldn’t understand the service, I still loved it. I loved the breeze blowing through the windowless openings in their church. I really enjoyed it when a dog, yes a dog, came strolling through the open door and he went down the aisles. I even petted him as he strolled by. Sometime after the sermon, they passed the collection plate and they prayed. I closed my eyes and sniffed, felt the breeze blowing through the windows. It felt fresh, good and clean. I really enjoyed worshiping in that church. It was all about Jesus – a perfect ending to my Tahitian vacation.
Afterwards, a nice lady asked me questions in broken English as to where I was from.
So, have you ever worshiped in a foreign country? What was it like? In which country did you worship?