sweet fellowship

Here in Long Beach, we attend the Saturday afternoon gathering of believers. Yesterday I went alone because Darrell was sick. Sat. afternoon traffic is awful and it took me more than an hour to get there in a taxi. Then I had to get out and walk another 10 minutes. Even though I was 15 minutes late, they still hadn't started so that was good. It was an amazing experience to worship with these people who have suffered so much for their faith. The service began with a woman playing the Oud (Arab guitar-like instrument) and singing a solo that sounded almost like a funeral dirge. It was eery and beautiful at the same time. She had written the words about her country and the fear that has gripped people's hearts and the blood that has been spilled to buy freedom. From that they exploded into vibrant worship that was so wonderful. The leader was overwhelmed and started dancing down the side isle, grabbing first an old woman and dancing with her and then a young man. There was a drum, guitars and keyboard. The songs are all familiar ones to us so we can join in the worship and it is a rich experience. After almost an hour of singing & prayer, they preached for another hour, then had communion. Everyone stood along the walls in a big circle and they served us there. At the end, people began breaking out in song and finally had to stop as the worship team for the Sunday service was arriving to set up and practice. Everyone goes to the back porch area afterward to drink coffee and talk. It is a sweet time of fellowship. We are privileged to be welcomed into this fellowship.