I hear them singing...

I'm sitting in my room here in Haiti, as I feel the cool island breeze hit my cheeks and blow my hair back I hear a sound. A beautiful rhythmic indiscernible sound. About a football field up the street there is a tarp, no bigger than the ones we put our cars under. This tarp has sides that drape down to make it a 'building' of sorts; inside this tarp is a microphone attached to a speaker, much like the ones we (teenagers) put in the back of our cars if we want to 'FEEL' the bass. Under this tarp in this building using this microphone is a church FULL of Men, Women, and Children all dressed in the best clothes that they have singing there Hearts out to God. This tarp is a house of God. This tarp is a church that has more of the love of God flowing through it then the biggest church in America. Do you think this Church has split more than five times in a teenage attenders lifetime? Do you think this church cares that it rained the night before and they had to go out in the mud? Do you think this church cares that they have no chairs and no air conditioning and the fact that they reached maximum complicity 30 people ago? The answer is No to all of the above. And that's how it should be. The only thing that should matter in a church is that the sheep love each other and that the shepherd guides and cares for his flock; and above all else, every single moment of that flock, that body, that family, should be to the honor and Glory of our all awesome creator God and his die hard loving son Jesus Christ. The frills, the legalistic aspect, the politics should mean nothing. The only reason we should walk into that 'building' is to stand together and worship God. If you are there for any other reason...you should re-think you logic. "He appeared in a body, Was vindicated by the spirit, was seen by angels, was preached among nations, was believed on in the world, was taken up in Glory." 1 Timothy 3:16 This is my logic. He is this awesome, this mystic, I can give him honor and glory, its the least I can do. Glory be to God, MacKenzie