Stranger in a Village
“Church” is an ambiguous word. What is a church? Is a church a body of believers, a building or both? Does a church have to be in a building? Can a person be a church by themselves, or does it have to be with a congregation? The interminable questions make it ever more difficult to define, but for the sake of having a definition I will settle with; a body (a group of people or congregation) of Christian believers coming together to worship Christ. As an American Christian, I worship the triune God in a church in a small town in the Cascade Mountains called Manson. The worship typically consists of Sunday morning services comprised of singing praise followed by a message and teaching, along with fellowship.
Within my church, there are multiple opportunities to help less fortunate people, not only locally, but also in other parts of the world. Their blessed moments offered in missions when one is called upon to spread the word of God. One such opportunity aroused two years ago when I was called to with my church down to Ensenada, Mexico. Our mission was to work with orphaned children and specifically with the Gabriel House; which is an orphanage that has kids with severe disabilities such as cerebral palsy, HIV, and Down syndrome. Working with these disabled kids was especially meaningful to me because I have a brother with Down’s syndrome. One of the things we did with these kids load them up and take them to church; but this was not exactly what I was expecting when I learned we were going to church.
After driving for quite some time out into the middle of nowhere, we finally saw a couple of shacks. After a little while longer we drove right in-between the shacks and stopped, they said, “we’re here, let’s unload the kids and go inside.” As all this was happening I was trying to comprehend what was going on. Why were we in the middle of nowhere?...
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