And that got me thinking about our trip to Dominican Republic in 2009. Which then got me thinking about the night that we visited this Hatian church. The church was not larger than my kitchen and living room combined. It had cement floors with wooden pews. Compare that to the churches we go to here in the U.S....culture shock.
We attended their church service and got to experience their fun Hatian worship. At the end we washed these Hatian people's feet. We wanted to do this to serve and love them. For once in their lives we wanted them to feel like the royalty they are instead of joining with the rest of the world and looking down upon them and making them inferior.
That could be sweat or water, who knows
And then this sweet woman who I could've even communicate in the same language with changed my life and heart forever.
She washed my feet. I had never had anyone wash my feet before. It is something I will never forget. Something so powerfully supernatural happened in that little church that night. The Spirit of God transcended our language and cultural barriers and brought a unity that is unexplainable. When I think about the body of Christ, I think about that moment. These young Americans and these older Hatians serving and loving eachother; for no other reason than our love for Christ that makes us want to love His people.
2 comments:
Love this. What a great testimony :) thanks for sharing! And guess what? One year before this, on my mission trip, I painted & cleaned up & helped fix up & prepare that exact church to be used. :)
Woah that is so crazy that you guys fixed that church up the year before, how cool! I love that we we were at the same place.
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