Last night I attended the Sudanese congregation’s service. Because I am looking at working with them in a few areas, I wanted to go check it out and experience their world.
I felt like I was back in Africa. It was almost like I wasn’t in Israel anymore.
The singing, the preaching, the children, the babies…..it all came swooping back to me like a gush of wind.
The one thing that surprised me though, was the seating arrangements. Because Sudan in a Muslim country, they all speak Arabic of coarse, but they still hold fast to the women sitting on one side and the men on the other. There is still that separation of the sexes that I never imagined would be present in their congregation.
Needless to say, I was once again the only whitey there. It seems to be a pattern with me. How do I always manage to be the fish on dry land everywhere I go?????