Ellen: Sunday

Church was a morning-long affair.  Justin and I attended the Anglican service, which was supposed to start at 9:00 a.m.  We were met and welcomed by Peter, one of the Priests and an Abukloi student, who ushered us to the front of the worship space, as is the tradition with guests.  As 9:00 approached, we were advised that the service would be somewhat delayed, as another guest was coming, an Evangelist from Egypt.  The leadership did their best to fill the time, and every so often someone would come to report that the visitor was getting closer.

 

There was enthusiastic singing and whooping, exhortations from various male and female leaders - young and old, drums of all sizes, dances.  A lot of colorful pomp and circumstance - different children's groups dressed in green, gold, purple/blue, and red.  The minor Priests wore long purple robes, the main priest adorned in red and gold regalia.  The procession from the rear of this outdoor worship space was impressive, as female celebrants circled the altar area followed by the Priest - or is he a Bishop?  I don't know the correct terms, and this isn't Justin's church.

Everyone was good natured as we waited.  Finally at 9:45 the Evangelist arrived - short and rotund - by the name of Mourice.  I'm sorry there was no one to interpret for me, as it was obvious this man is a gifted messenger of the gospel.  For 45 minutes he held forth, frequently eliciting applause and "Amens" from the 1,000 plus worshippers in attendance. 

 

We were able to speak only briefly - he was swarmed with people after the service - but was able to tell me he makes frequent trips to Nashville - wonder why?

 

When the message was over, offering was taken.  No passing of the plate here - everyone walked to the front with their tithes and gifts, placing them in an ornate receptacle - and after sitting such a long time, we all needed to move around.  Offerings taken, Peter introduced all guests, and there were several of us - and everyone had to speak.   

 

Finally it was the Pastor's turn - or whatever we should call him.  Thirty minutes later we were done.  Lots of visiting/hand shaking followed.  I got back to Pan Dor at 12:30, four hours after leaving. 

 

I wish the pictures were better.  Shafts of sunlight filter through trees and sheltered areas, so parts of the same photo are dark and over-exposed.  And I don't like to be obtrusive when taking photos during a service.  I would like to have gotten closer shots but was reluctant to move around any more than I was already doing.  Maybe my friend, Carin Gregory, can work some magic.

 

There was no plan for the afternoon.  I considered attending the past few hours of Sister Barbara's workshop, but decided to take some time to rest instead.  And it looked like it might rain. 

 

There is a trial Skype with Baylake in a bit, in anticipation of Missions Bazaar coming up.  Hope it works!

 

Blessings!

Ellen