This past Sunday, I had the privilege to attend the fishing village church again! Just like last time, I hung out with the pastor’s daughter the majority of the service…we were dancing and having a grand old time in the back. I never knew worship could be that much fun : )
Our speaker this week was a man visiting from Ghana. Once he finished, the pastor prayed for all of us Mercy Shippers & then he asked for one of us to come up and pray for them. Now, he’s been doing this every Sunday, and every Sunday, my heart has been pounding really hard when he asks for a volunteer to come up. My youth pastor always said, “If your heart is pounding loudly, it means it wants to talk.” So…this Sunday, even though I was sitting all the way in the back, I got up out of my seat and walked up to the front to pray for them.
By no means do I measure up to Billy Graham, but I enjoyed praying for them none the less. When the service was finished, several of the local women came up and shook my hand saying, “God bless you” over and over again. I feel like I can’t do much through a simple prayer, but from all the smiles I received afterwards, it sure felt like that “simple prayer” broke some of the walls of differences between myself and some of the ladies there.
Slowly but surely, I’m building relationships with the women in this little church. Relationships centered around Jesus…is there anything better?