Honduras Tuesday: Worship, Honduran Style

I don't have a lot of words to say today. I think that's okay, because lately, my Honduras posts have been full of words. I've blabbed on and on and one, because I've just had so much to say. But, when it comes to my experience on Sunday morning, during this trip, I found myself at a loss for words. I was attending a church service in Honduras.

The church was small. It was hot. There was no air conditioning. People were sweaty. I didn't understand most of what was being said. But you know what, it was absolutely amazing.

We were welcomed into the church by the pastor's wife and the worship leader:

We sang: 

We watched beautiful girls dance. It was over 90 degrees and they were in long sleeves, long pants, and draping fabric. They danced for over an hour and never seemed to tire: 

We heard a wonderful sermon, with responses of "Gloria a Dios!" and "Amen!" ringing out every few minutes or so. During the sermon, I also got to lock eyes with a sweet baby boy. 

Have you ever seen kids rush to look up scripture as the pastor preached on it? I haven't. 

(Photo Credit to Honduras Tour Members)

After the sermon, we all gathered in a circle for more singing. It was very emotional to see everyone face to face as we praised God, some in Spanish, some in English. 

Then, we all shared in communion together. It was truly a loaves and fishes moment. Crackers were passed around. As we neared the last people in the circle, crackers were broken, and then broken again, to make sure that everyone received something. 

And, of course, you can never go wrong with so many cute kids to look at: 

If this worship experience is even remotely close to what it will be like in heaven, worshiping with people from all nations, I am so excited to get there!