The Language of Worship

Yesterday we had the opportunity to attend church in San Fernando.  By Spanish standards the church was large - about 50 -60 people in attendance.  The first hour was worship time followed by about an hour of teaching time.  I understood next to nothing, but it was quite evident that the Holy Spirit was present.  I was overwhelmed by the reminder that God is not an English speaking God, but a God that is not separated by language.  That I could worship Him in English at the same time that my neighbor worshiped in Spanish and God would hear.  I know that fact, but until you experience it you can't really "know" it. 

The people were precious and friendly and were truly there because they desired to worship the Lord together.  The place was filled with the Holy Spirit and we were blessed to have the privilege to be a part.

Last night we went to youth meeting.  Not all churches have enough youth to have their own youth group so many churches gather together at the San Fernando church.  Hannah was adopted by several college kids who spoke English and she was right at home.  It was so neat to be in a group of 25 or more youth who were talking with Christ as if He was standing right there in the room.  He was very real to the youth and they were seeking to know Him more deeply.  What a cool experience!  Hannah is ready to return (or perhaps stay)

Every prayer that we had for our children God has answered in greater ways than we could have imagined.  Makes me wonder why we ever doubt.