One of the first things I had to do once I arrived (other than learn my actual job & borrow clothes from my house-mate Rebecca until my luggage arrived) was to find a church. I know! I was amazed that I wouldn’t be able to sleep in on Sundays too! I visited a lot of different churches, or maybe two. There was the bigger congregation where the pastor was one of the missionaries. It had a lot of diversity – missionary families and Zambians. But it reminded me too much of the churches back home. I wanted something different. And there was the church where Rebecca taught Sunday School – a tiny concrete block with a dirt floor. There was a lot of joy in that church, but they didn’t really need me.
I ended up going to the small informal Bible study that the campus ministry missionary had for the University of Zambia students. They wanted me to play piano. I was
I didn’t take any pictures at the student center (what the heck!), so here are some pictures from the church where Rebecca taught.
Looks like a lively little church. I love how Africans can make something wonderful out of so little.
ReplyDeleteSounds like we're a lot alike :) I definitely don't fit into the traditional "missionary wife" mold, and have begun to suspect I never will. But that's okay since I don't think God really expects that... considering He made me to be me, and not someone else.
ReplyDeleteYour photos brought back memories of our year in Uganda. Looks like the same kind of benches (i.e., REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE when you have to sit on them for hours. LOL). We mostly went to the church by where we lived, but once in a while we'd find ourselves in Kampala for the weekend so we visited others. What I found interesting is that in Africa, even the Anglicans dance! hahaha
The plane ride would be scary for me because I am not a happy flyer. I remember seeing some photos of later in your trip a few years ago...I think...where you seemed to be having a wonderful time.
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