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