Last night we went to a small church plant just outside of the city. We jumped into the back of a pickup then made a few stops along the way to pick up people to bring them to church. Nearing our destionation, we navigated down a dark, bumpy road until we arrived to a small house filled with HUGE hearts.
We were greeted with smiling children and open arms, we made our introductions and then set out into the neighborhood to invite more people. The streets were dark because electricity is not in this part of town. We talked with a few people and some of the children came along down the road to attend the service. With their little hands in ours we headed back to the Church.
Dirt floors, a tin roof, and a few plastic chairs: this is church. Songs of worship no longer consisted of fancy power points, musical instruments, and big stages, but were preformed by simply clapping and singing out. Standing in the dimly lit building, I had a feeling God was smiling as he was praised in spirit and truth.
Since arriving here we have been prayed over constantly, hugged, served, and treated with more love than you can imagine. We have been blessed. Last night reminded me of the simplicity of our faith, its not about the building, the worship selection, or even the sermon. Our faith is only about a great God who gave everything he had to be a blessing, our faith is about Jesus.
The night before leaving for El Salvador God spoke to me and asked,”Are you going to be blessed, or to be a blessing.” I pray that I can be a blessing to these people. I pray that they can see Jesus in me as clearly as I see Him in them.
