Church

It is the first Sunday we've been here in Guatemala, so Bob showed us what his church was like. I love the international worship. The Guatemalans are all into the worship, it is an amazing atmosphere. I love singing in a different language where everybody, no matter what race is singing the same song, to the same God. I could have done without the sermon though; I probably decide a different song when it comes for me to decide which church I want to go to. The preacher was from Philadelphia, USA, and he preaches like somebody I know back home. He yells at you, putting you down sometimes, and just the way he was treating the translator. Almost every time the translator started speaking, it being her first time, he cut her off. If he wanted it this way, he should have done the whole sermon without a translator. It was her first time, and she was surprisingly hiding her frustration. I thought the message wasn't that bad, and could have been done by any other pastor and it would have been good. The worship singers came after what seemed like a sermon that took forever, to do a couple more songs. Both I knew, sang, and clapped along to, getting me back on a high.