A Little Bit Of Heaven

Whenever I think of what Heaven will be like, my first thought is people who are different colors, from every people group, speaking every language, just praising our gracious heavenly Father with no ethnic, language, or cultural boundaries. I've always loved the thought of this, but Tuesday God gave me a taste of what a beautiful sight it really will be. Our team left for a village called Pagamani early Tuesday morning. We weren't really sure what to expect, all we knew was that we were spending a few days in this rural African village. After 5 hours of driving through the bush, a few flat tires, more driving through the bush, having to get out and push our van through sand, and then more driving through the bush, we finally arrived. It didn't take long before people began coming out of their huts and heading toward the thatched roof church we were staying at. We were so blessed to spend this day getting to know some of these beautiful people and as soon as the sun started to go down (about 6:30), we lit candles and began to worship together. I have never heard anything as beautiful as that night. It didn't matter that we all came from completely different backgrounds and lifestyles, or that our skin wasn't the same color. For those hours we were all one. One family, there for the same reason: to glorify our Lord and saviour. We sang hymns and prayed in three different languages. It didn't matter that the person standing next to you didn't speak a bit of your language, because the heart was so evident. We were all unified under one purpose, under one God, and it was absolutely beautiful. What a small, yet such a sweet taste of Heaven it was.