The Church
On a dark, hot Wednesday night, down the dusty road come the people of Ounaminthe. They are dressed in their finest clothes, the women in skirts or dresses and the men with ties. The darkness envelopes them, until they reach the church. The four incandescent bulbs, powered by the small gasoline generator that continually drones in the background, guide the people and welcome them into the light.
The men and women occupy different areas of the church, and the children are with their mothers. The worship starts and voices sing praises on high, a loud and beautiful sound, comes from this small congregation. Up from their seats and to the front they all come to dance, in circles they gather and offer more praise to the Lord.
It is an amazing sight to behold, these people who have, by our standards, nothing, are all praising, worshiping, and giving thanks for what they do have. It puts me to shame.
