It’s night here in Africa .. the day is over and the heat is gone. We spent the morning worshiping with brothers & sisters who do not speak our native language and whose language we are still learning.
The presence of God was tangible! You could almost see it. The people sang like I have not heard them sing before. There was dancing and singing and more dancing and singing.
Then – before the preaching – the Pastor invited all those who wanted Jesus to be Lord of their lives to come forward. 12 adults came, several bringing their children with them. This is a place where christianity is not the dominant religion and this step is no small one for them.
After prayer as they were walking back to their places I greeted some of them. One man said, “This is my first day in a church!” (I do understand a little of the language) I said to him in my broken portuguese, “You are my brother.” He looked at me directly in the eyes, and then hugged and hugged me!
It was the church, meeting together, worshiping the King.
In that presence anything can and does happen.