Sunday, July 19, 2015

My dearest God,

Your light, your light, O Lord, it shines so bright, warms the spirit, and fills the soul!  Of course, the worship this morning was a time of light, of faith, of beauty, of love, and of memory.  Your spirit blew upon us and we soared higher and higher.

It was when we began to sing the South African songs that my feet could not stand still, my hands could not just hold the hymnal, my heart could not stop beating the African beat.  My eyes closed and there etched into my memory was the spirit moving in the African Methodist Church in Kumasi, Ghana.  As we were singing Guide My Feet in our little church in Cape Porpoise, I was dancing among the Christian Methodist Africans in the cathedral there in Kumasi.  I remembered the smiles, the feet shuffling, the moving dancers in and out of pockets of people, men, women, teenagers, and children.  I remembered the joy, oh the joy of Africans in worship.  I let my arms move from my sides, allowing them to join my hands already moving with the sound of African song.  I just let my feet go, my whole body moving with the music, with the sound, and with the spirit of the living God.  And then we started singing the second song We are Marching.  I could hardly contain my own spirit.

Lord, you are an amazing God!  The memories of ten years ago were as bright as they were in 2005 when we worshipped together, worked beside each other at the Ankaase Methodist Faith Healing Hospital, and shared our lives together.  There was so much glory those two weeks, so much light, so much faith, so much love, so much you.

Today you brought us back together again in worship and oh, oh my, my spirit overflowed with joy!

Blessed God,
thank you
for blessings
that never fade.
Thank you
for light
that never dims.
Thank you
for faith
that never
stops growing.
Thank you
for memory
carefully and
lovingly held
inside the
human soul.
Thank you
for caring
so much!

Love always, Andrea