It's an hour and a half hike to our little church in the village.
Every step your feet get a little dirtier with the famous African red dirt.
Every hill shows you a view more beautiful than the first.
And by the end of the hike you usually have at least 4 kids hanging off your arms, just looking for a little attention and love.
The church is small, but beautiful. The view can't be beat.
The keyboard is hooked up to a small sound system and the volume is all the way up. The windows are open.
It's time to worship.
The ladies of the church take their place in the front. And then the little worshipper takes her place, front and center.
The song starts and you can't understand anything they are saying, yet somehow you know exactly what they are singing about.
And the little worshipper starts stomping her feet, clapping her hands, and singing along to every song.
The sound of praise overflows from our tiny church, into our tiny village, and eventually fills the entire Rwandan mountain.
"Sing louder. Make my presence known to my people." Says The Lord.
"Sing of my love. Tell my people who I am and what I have done from them." He asks.
"Let my praise flood this place. It changes hearts, breaks chains, and restores people." He promises.
"Sing louder. Let them hear." He whispers.
So we do. We sing louder. We dance harder. We clap more.
When Jesus fed the 5000, he thanked God for the bread, giving him praise, and then God performed a miracle by multiplying what they had. Praise proceeds miracles. We filled that mountain with praise, and The Lord is performing miracles. People are getting healed. Women are being saved. Kids are laughing.
Gods kingdom is being spread.
