Ward Service

Today I went down to A Ward where every Sunday morning at 10:30 they hold a church service for anyone who wants to join. It had to have been the most powerful service I've been to in a while.

Not sure if it was the patients who were right there in their hospital gowns and bandages sitting in chairs or on their beds worshipping the Lord in song or dance or if it was hearing the translator speak Krio that made it so meaningful and powerful.

I've learned in Africa that it doesn't matter where you worship but rather, whom and how you worship. No one better models that than the Africans here on the ship. Why can we not clap and rejoice with the hands that God gave us? Who needs a guitar or piano? Yes, my hands about fell off after clapping for a straight 30 minutes but I've never felt so happy and such joy in my heart than this morning.

I wish you could see how much energy and light shines through our patients and patient care givers here on board. It's unreal.

As I sat there smiling, I knew right then that this is what I am here for. Today was a day when I knew that when the time comes, it will be hard to leave such a place as this. I mean will I really ever sit on a hospital bed during a church service and visibly see the Lord performing miracles right before my eyes at a normal church?

I wish you all could experience this with me but I cannot wait to see you back in good'ol Carolina :)