Each Sunday, beginning around sunrise, you can hear echoes of the Saints singing. Sometimes they are soft echoes from a distance and sometimes they sound like they are gathering in your front yard because they are so loud. But they are the voices of the Father's children none the less.
In town you can find people arriving at beautifully finished brick buildings by many means: cars, motorbikes, bicycles, and on foot.
In doing a google search I learned that the word “church” comes from the Greek word ekklesia which is defined as “an assembly” or “called-out ones.”
But as you get outside the city and into the village you understand this to be true a bit more. In the rural areas, buildings are more unique and the mode of transport is solely by foot. But the "called-out ones" faithfully come.
I was blessed to be invited to this church in a little village about 20 minutes drive from Mbale town. And athough the walls and roof were made of papyrus mats and the chairs and benches were carried in from the members' houses, and although this church building did not look like much from the outside, once you entered you were with "the assembly." God's chosen people who are dearly beloved by Him. And the celebration of His unfailing love was great in this place.
For this gathering of new believers, they were hungry for the seeds of Truth. And I was blessed not only to have been a part of that day, but was given the opportunity to share what the Lord has been teaching me (soon to come in another blog post).
And sitting under a mat roof, with beams of sunlight shining through (and prayers for the rain to be held back) it is hard not to be drawn back to the basics. An open heart, willing to meet with the Lord, is what matters.
Jerad encouraged us to walk with God.
"But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you."
(Matthew 6:33)
"You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart." (Jeremiah 29:13)
Oh Lord, let these seeds of Truth have been sown on fertile ground.
