The roosters were already well on their way to waking
everyone in the village when Mrs. Chindolo knocked at my door. At five o’clock
we headed out—Mr. and Mrs. Chindolo and I.
Dawn was breaking as we began the
brisk ten minute walk to Mboole Brethren In Christ Church building. As we
approached, we heard the pastor inside praying.
Five months ago, the pastor challenged his congregation to
meet for prayer at 5am every day. The Chindolos and the pastor and wife are the
only ones who have taken up this challenge.
How sweet to start the day in worship with my brothers and
sister as we sang and prayed and read the Word. Beyond our skin colors,
nationalities, languages, and cultures, we experienced the unity of our Lord.
I wish you could have been there too.
Dear Julie,
ReplyDeleteI like what your poem is.
I love you Julie.
From,
Natale
Sounds exhilarating.
ReplyDeletewish i coulda too
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite memories of Haiti was waking before dawn to the sound of the Haitian women's voices outside my window, singing, praying, and calling out their praises to "Jezi." They would gather in the school building on the missions compound and pray for us before doing anything else that morning. The sound of that praise echoing down the mountain was the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. How I miss it!!
ReplyDelete~ Betsy