Sunday morning i walked to a local church called The Rock. On my way there, I was thinking about the sounds you hear in the African morning. Slowly, peacefully, I heard the sound of singing. As I looked behind me, two teen girls and a littler girl were walking in my direction, holding Bibles. As they got closer, i realized they were singing in that beautiful African way of one starting, the other following with the song. All three beamed brilliant smiles at me, and I smiled back. They apologized for singing so loudly and I asked them to please continue. As I walked to the Rock, they walked with me, singing sweetly to Our Lord. When i got to the Rock, they turned to go to their church.
On my way home from a marvelous service, I could hear singing from many different places. Some songs I recognized, some I did not. I have always loved church bells, but the sound of such glorious singing overwhelms me here. In many services, there are no instruments, just voices singing, pleading, worshipping, thanking........
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