New worship experience

Our interpreter attends a church that is just a few blocks away from the guesthouse, and they've been waking us up every morning between 4 and 6 AM with their music and speaking.  Turns out they're doing a revival this week, taking advantage of the fact that today was a holiday for the second anniversary of the earthquake, knowing that everybody would have the day off work and school.  So when our interpreter invited me to join him this morning at 6 AM, I jumped at the opportunity!

We got there as they were getting started, and for the next hour and a half the pastor did a bit of teaching on the subject of prayer, we prayed, sang songs, and read several Scriptures.  The preaching was to be done by American missionaries but they hadn't arrived when we left at about 8 to get back for breakfast.  Singing was all a capella and the man next to us was kind enough to let me look off his French hymnal.  I felt good about my French translation as I got word for word what the translator told me. :>  Then the fellow beside me was even kinder by running his finger along the French Bible as the pastor read the Scripture in Creole.  And he had a nice singing voice, too, so it was a fortuitous place to sit!  Enjoyed it thoroughly, but would've liked to have seen the preaching to see how they handled the translation.

By the time we left for breakfast, the seats under the covered area were all filled, so people started gathering on the grass around the open-air building.  As we walked back toward the guesthouse, we were the *only* ones going downhill as we passed a steady stream of people walking uphill toward the revival meeting.  At that rate, it was going to be packed by mid-morning!
*Pastor Brian