My last post I wrote about how I was going to search for another dynamic church well my prayer was more than answered. My friend Liz and I mistakenly ended up in a Nigerian church. I had searched google maps the night before for the directions so we ended at the right place and then we saw an African woman walking well dressed. I don’t know what came into me and I told Liz ” lets follow the woman she will lead us to a church”.
True to my word we ended in a church in an uncompleted building full of women wearin “gele” and “ashoke” . It was the church’s “Womens Day”. They had not started service yet, there was a bible study going on. The usher led us to the second row of chairs just behind the pastors seats. Can you imagine!
Worship and Praise was hilarious, the voices were like screeching, the instumentals seemed to be off beat. I tried so hard to control myself. To make matters worse I hadn’t eaten before leaving the residence..my tummy was grumbling amidst all the cacophony happening. The women had so many presentations that they called ” special number”. It included testimonies,songs etc.
Later they had a “sword drill” (anyone who went to an African sunday school knows this). There were 3 participants all women obviously. One had turn her bible upside down, one had a small bible and seemed utterly confused and the middle one was the most promising. The woman in charge of the game said scriptures in the bible. She said Habakuk, Nahum and Nehemiah and the women will be searching somewhere in the new testament near Revelations. The woman who looked “utterly confused” all of a sudden started finding the scriptures really easy until the Pastor remarked to us that she had been opening the table of contents before searching for the scripture. At that point we couldn’t help it we had to laugh.
The preaching was good. The woman who preached from what I understood was the wife of the overhead Bishop. But, after all I had heard and seen all I wanted to do was go home and eat. The only thing funny about the message was when she said “pursue” and “difference” it ended up sounding like “parshoo” and ” differen”.
It was a great experience for me but I think Liz thinks otherwise. She might not come with me next week. We checked for the right church on our way back so I will go there next week.
Hearts of Oak fans in Accra have their motto to be; Never say die till the bones are rotten!
Besos, hasta pronto.