“Lord, we pray that you would take us to the church you would have us go to today.”
We decided to go to a new town down the road to see if there was a church going on. We had no idea where the church was or if they had a service, but we were ready to find out. we pulled into the outer parts of the town of Nsubane. We saw a lady walking carrying a child on her back and another one walking beside her.
“Would you like a ride?” I asked her as I wound down my window. The dust from the road seemed to envelope the van. The town we were going to was set right below a gorgeous mountain range called the Lubombo Mountains. The range went all along the entire border of Swaziland creating breathtaking views.
“Yebo,” the woman replied to me in SaSwati.
“Where are you going?” we asked her.
Through broken english and a lot of pointing we got her to say church. We asked if it would be alright if we went with her. She never really answered us so we just took that to be a yes. We drove through town over rocky roads down hills, up hills and found ourselves parked by a small stick and mud hut.
We got out of the van and walked up following our new friend that we gave a ride too. There was an older gentleman sitting there reading his bible and a young man who spoke some english.
“Have you come here to worship with us?” He asked us as a smile swept over his face.
I told him we had. The lady we brought and another lady grabbed some drums from inside the church and began to beat on them very loudly. I am sure it was to let the neighborhood know it was time for church. We all walked inside and took our shoes off at the door. They began to sing. It always amazes me how wonderful their harmonous songs sound. Then it became our turn to sing, not so beautiful, but I think they liked it none the less. The wife of the pastor spoke english and so she gladly interpreted for us. There were about 60 people crammed in our little church and there were probably about half men and half women which was shocking from every other country and church we had been too.
They went on and on at how thankful they were that we could be there together to worship God together. They asked us to share the word of God with them. I shared with them about how we are all part of the body of Christ and they are just as important as all of us. Then the other two pastors shared on my same subject and on their own from Jeremiah 13.
It was a fun truly african service. After the preaching the whole congregation danced around the pole in the center of the church. For 20 minutes they danced until they were out of breath or dizzy.
I went home and really prayed for them and what the Lord would want me to share with them. Wednesday night came and I really had nothing prepared but a scripture and some thoughts. I shared with them from Daniel 10. Daniel had been praying for 21 days for an answer from the Lord but had recieved nothing then finally when the answer came it turned out that the answer had been sent right away but the angel had been fighting a principality of darkness. The Lord wanted them to understand that God heard their prayers and the answers were on their way, but they were fighting strong opposition from satan. They really recieved it, when the pastors preached after me they all went off of it and really drilled home the word of the Lord.
I walked out of the church that night and looked up into a splendour of glory. The sky, the stars shined so bright and I smiled. I may not have all the answers or even make the right desicions a lot of the time. I don’t spend as much time as I should in prayer or ready my bible. But yet the Lord still gives us the opportunity to be a part of his Kingdom to become alive even for just a moment. To be an avenue for the Lord to speak to His people. And in all reality there is no other place I would rather be.
When we were leaving they asked us to come back on wednesday night and for me to share the word of God with them again. I gladly accepted and off we went taking our new friend
