Same God

More than forty different nationalities. Every inhabited continent. Ah, a truly international church.

I was super excited to visit the international church here in Rabat and was even more excited when Byron, one of the guys on my team, said he'd be more than willing to come with.

Worship was wonderful. I felt parts of my brain being tugged by memories of Uganda three and a half years ago. What was it about the church that made me feel-- that at least part of me-- was back in a mud-brick structure with hay roofs? Was it the fervent worship? Was it the beautiful voices rising up all around me? Another memory tugged at my mind, beckoning me to remember the multi-ethnicity I enjoyed at InterVarsity large groups. I saw people of all backgrounds surrounding me. And still, I felt at home, as if I were in Colombia, with the lively worship.

Ah, who cares what memory it was bringing up.

I was there, and it was wonderful.

I simply closed my eyes and savored the moment. Would heaven be like this? Even in the slightest? Would I hear different accents and languages?

The love and joy was so evident and I wanted to find ways to get involved with this wonderful congregation.

During worship I was also reminded of my friend Lauren's prayer for me before I left for Rabat: May she remember that you are the same God in Illinois that you are in Colombia, that you are in Morocco.

Ahh, the truth of her prayer resonated deeply in my soul and I knew that the same God that I know, love and follow in Colombia, Canada or the USA is here.

He's already here and he's shining brightly.