Today I went to Matero Baptist Church, where Christine worships. It was a pretty typical African service: men and women sat separately, there was lots of music, all in Chinyanja, and the service lasted 3 hours from start to finish… and we got there early!
The experience of worshipping in another language never fails to affect me. I love to hear Africans praising God—they are so genuine, so honest in their worship, so uninhibited. And it is so humbling to know that I can sing praises to my God in a language I don’t even understand, yet He understands every word. He is fluent in Chinyanja, in English, in German, in Lugbara, and in every other language that has ever existed. He created them all. And even though my meager attempts to speak these languages frustrate me to no end, it thrills Him, because my goal is to worship Him and to communicate with His people.
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