Wake me up for this service

It is strange that I have spent my entire life worshipping and praising my God in heaven, only to come to Kenya to learn what true worship is. In the absence of guitars and lighting I have found a group of people so set on praise that what they don’t have is much less then what they do have. Their overhead projector is wanting. The church rafters are planks of lumber. But it is not with the building they worship. No, these things are merely varnishes at the real meal. They worship with their entire hearts. In comparison to this absolute worship America has fallen away from glory. At home, for a church to qualify as a good place of worship it must be able to draw members with comfort, with technology, and a perfect pristine atmosphere. But the Bible says “that where two or three are gathered in My Name, there I am also.” Well here, in the near outdoors of Kenya (Sabbath school was on chairs in gravel parking lot) more than just three people have gathered. I sit in a sea of hundreds of swaying, singing Kenyans, who worship whole hearted and unabashedly. We praise Him knowing he is basking in this divine atmosphere. It is truly an honor to be here.