Where was my camera?? While we were waiting for the final session of Conference, Dale and I thought we’d take a quick stroll around the neighborhood. All was quiet on the very dark streets, but in the distance, we could hear loud music and robust singing. As we completed walking the circle, we discovered it was coming from the residential high school that is next to our apartment building. Dale walked right through the large arched gate, with me trembling and thinking he was entering a crazy revival. The guard who was walking towards us, raised a questioning eyebrow but motioned us in. We continued to follow the music to an open-walled assembly hall where we witnessed the students dancing wildly, waving scarves and chanting with an evangelistic vocalist to the beat of African drums. We saw the liveliest most exuberant Pentecostal type movements ever. When the music eased to a stop, and the students returned to their seats, there were literally pools of sweat on the concrete floor in front of the preacher’s podium. I’ve heard many, especially women, say our church is boring. After what we saw tonight, I see what they mean!
Speaking of Conference, it was different watching it at 4:00 pm, 8:00 pm, and the evening session at midnight. But, it is such a joy to be able to listen to all of the sessions live. This Conference is the first time some of the stakes in West Africa had the technology to listen to a live session. One of the stakes got their diesel allotment increased so that they could run their generator longer so they could have the blessing. TIA. This is Africa!
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