My apologies for a week of silence. I was hanging out with some amazing teenagers during most of my waking hours last week. The week before that I was traveling and training and not putting blog posts in the bank. Hopefully that won’t happen again soon. And now for the real post . . .
Yesterday I had the privilege to worship at an International Church. My soul felt more at home than it has in a long time. Everything was done in English, so that wasn’t a change for me. Being in a minority was a big change. The service was led by a Korean, a Filipino, a German, a Brit, and an American. The congregation was full of many, many different nationalities. It was a bit of heaven on earth.
Don’t get me wrong—I love where I worship in the States and the people with whom I worship. The longer I live in Denver, the less pale it becomes (though it’s far from a thriving international center). It just seems to be missing a little je ne sais quoi that I find in an International setting. If you get a chance to try an International Church, go for it. You’ll get a foretaste of eternity.