Church in Nicaragua looks like…
It looks like twenty people in a room, small and full of plastic lawns chairs.
It looks like an El Ayudante teacher and an eight year old boy belting out the songs on a sound system that is more screech than song.
It looks like a talented pre-teen pounding out the music on a keyboard.
It looks like a congregation of participants all clapping at their own pace and rhythm.
It looks like us Racers shouting lyrics in English to songs we recognize.
It looks like seven fans over head, doing their best to fright the sweltering heat and humidity.
It looks like the pastor and the singer shouting ‘Gloria a Dios’ and ‘Hallelujah’ at the top of their lungs over and over throughout the service.
It looks like the pastor and teacher shouting prayers at the same time.
It looks like the pastor saying ‘memorize Romans 13:10’ then having every person, including the random foreigners get up and say it before the Church.
It looks like the teacher holding a little orphan and repeating the verse over and over so he could say it too.
It looks like flies landing on my toes, mosquitoes biting my legs, sweat dripping down my back.
It feels like the body of Christ.
