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Spiritual Reflections
It has taken me a while to get to this place, but I am glad that I finally made it. I'm not speaking about "Tudunkaya" now. I'm talking about another place. It's a place where the wooden bench you sit on has no cushion and no back. It's a place where time is ignored. It's a place where you not only don't know the words to the songs, you don't know the language. It's a place where small children play unattended on the concrete floor, and the congregation may include a chicken or a dog. It's a place where I can't depend on the preacher to feed me, because he isn't speaking my language. It's a place of worship. I once thought that worship depended on the right music, the right sense of reverence, the right kind of preaching and the right kind of praying, and most importantly a feeling of belonging. If that were true Peggy and I would never get to worship over here. Over here we have learned that worship is internal, and it had better not depend on externals. Worship happens when you approach God with a humble, thankful spirit, an open heart, and a receptive mind. Matthew 18:20, "For where two are three come together in my name, there am I with them."
Get ready for worship and I'll see you in church.
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