Lucas, the minister at Angel House, had to take care of some paperwork for his upcoming wedding, so my first church service was led by another pastor. We arrived a bit late and the joyful swell of Tanzanian praise greeted us as we walked up the road. I thought, "It's the sound of praises rising from the African plains." I declare, sometimes I smile so much here at Angel House my face hurts!
Soon after we arrived, the littlest angel, Nose (Nosay) climbed into my lap. The minister was making announcements when he asked me to stand and say a few words. Tears stung my eyes as I introduced myself as Bebe (Grandma) and asked for prayers for Bonnie Abler's surgery. My heart filled with joy as I added, "Last Sunday, I held another grandchild during church. Today, I hold this one."
Imagine my delight when I realized the sermon was enthusiastically translated into English! But the best part of the service was when the children's choir sang, "Be Careful, Little Eyes What You See".
Innocent praise is the same in any language.
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