On Thursday after work I went to church. But it was not a normal visit, because it was not a normal church. Calm down quietly, the sect's none of those things. I was in the church field, in the church made of canvas, with bricks, plywood and most importantly with great energy. And that's just the last component I want to tell the most. On Tuesday, Margaret - Ugandyjka who was working on our kampie morning she told me that it was returning from prayers. Because in the latter kampie meet at some time and pray and sing, etc, etc. I thought that such prayers in Africa may look quite so interesting so to speak wprosilem to the next. I thought that somewhere there OSNI come together at some table, and together recite the Hail Mary, or something like that. But a surprise from the very beginning. The church did the same - and staff - from the materials mentioned. I have regular masses, let's call it this way. Maja electric organs. And what is most important to know what is gathered. They have no priest, have no vestments, do not have dripping with gold paintings, have no hierarchy, to kiss the rings - do not have this whole absurd superstructure. Therefore looks like a tribute to the christ in a tent in the gumbo. Begins with a song, everybody clap your hands, all dance and exult - enjoy the next day lived, who gave them to Christ. They are very loud, sing as hard as I can, all the time jumping from leg to leg. They say their prayers aloud - each as he can. The liturgy takes place simultaneously in two languages \u200b\u200b- English and Swahili. Everyone noticed my coming of course I were a little differentiates. I do not mind and I think they also do not. One of the employees are reading their chosen pieces bibii. And he also does a sermon. The sermon which probably prepared in advance. Which cries out with passion, for which people spontaneously respond. Later starts part of private prayers. Probably a little frightened by my desire to be present is not approachable. The first begins to Michael - who is in kampie tent next to me. I think speaks for ten minutes about how the Lord sent them white man from the Polish, etc, etc, then bringing me to the answer, so they say thank you from the Lord has permitted me to be here and that leads me by the hand so that nothing ever wrong with me and do not always put good people in my paths. The whole atmosphere of the community, that meeting the lowest level, where nobody roars from the improvements of the things about which there is no idea, but the man who says he must believe and devote everything to you because it will reward a man against whom probably getting ready difficult life filled with toil, who wants his words, his shouting encouragement to add another being in the same situation - it is beautiful. This is what the church wanted to create
Christ. Zar their faith, its infinity, and devotion, trust in God, it all made you by the hour I felt extremely. The amounts of energy, the enthusiasm, the sincerity, the straightforwardness, the truth. Beautiful - I wish everyone in order even though once in a lifetime could something like this experience. A magical place, but thanks to people and thanks them sincere faith, not zblokowanej splendor, but of the free, full, true. I'm just curious how strongly disappointed by the standard of the average mass in the Polish parish. It is true that some sort of cathedral in Juba, which for now customary medieval towers over the city. This is the area surrounded by the archdiocese and the barbed wire fence. This is something what separates the world, which, as everywhere begin to live your life. This pseudo - the church, these few makeshift benches made of plywood meets its job. Allows people to feel the communities, affiliation, is a refuge for them. But it remains in spirit, without these people in the middle, and without their energy is just Plachta material. And I think that's the point.
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