My Feeble American Mind

If you read my last post–or claim to be my friend–you know that I recently went to Swaziland. This is a recollection of some of the best moments:

Getting to Swaziland was an adventure in itself. My jaw dropped on dirty asphalt when I stepped out from under ground into Times Square. I have never seen billboards, signs, and lights as big as those in the few famous blocks. My feeble American mind could not get over the reality that a third world country was just a flight away.

Our purpose in going to Swaziland was to help put on the Swaziland National Youth Camp. Five Swazi girls would start singing in the main room–a class room the size of your garage– and at the sound of their voices 150 Swazi people would pack inside to sing and dance to celebrate Jesus Christ. Before anyone could hear them, the voices coming out of the speakers from the two girls holding microphones were swallowed by the overwhelming and beautiful sound of worship. My feeble American mind could barely handle the beauty of this strange style of worship that pointed to and glorified a worthy King.

We went to a small village called Phuzamoya where Nizio, a local pastor who deserves a whole blog post for himself, gave us a tour of his new church building where he preaches to a growing, God fearing congregation. He took us to his home where he showed off his family. He was proud. We were honored. My feeble American mind almost let the magnitude of this slip past unnoticed. I am glad I caught it before it got away.

My feeble American mind thought that people in Swaziland have never heard the name of Christ and that I was going over there to tell them about Him.

I was wrong.

Small churches around the world are growing. Young and very Godly pastors outside of the United States are leading their churches well. The global church is thriving.

There are lot of fun things, funny stories, and interesting experiences I could tell you about but you're eyes are probably getting tired.

My first time out of the country will not be my last, Lord willing.

Brett

Also, Grant and I bought coffee from Starbucks ("The Man") instead of getting our caffeine fix from a vendor on the corner of 42nd street. It was 4 a.m. and we needed a pick-me-up immediately, give us a break. I should also note that Grant's iphone broke immediately after taking a picture of me.

"You have broken my camera!" - Lars, Heavyweights