Make a joyful noise

As many of you know, I am a regular member of First United Church in Ottawa. For my fellow church goers, I think you understand how special First United is to me. Among the reasons I go to church: great people, great music, deeply thought-provoking sermons, a wonderful sense of openness, and a welcoming environment where it's safe to explore big questions about life, love and God. I usually come away refreshed and invigorated to pursue another demanding week of work and “what what” (see yesterday's post).

I'm not sure I've ever written publicly about my views on church and yet I'm just scratching the surface. It's not my style to be public about religion. I even feel a bit apprehensive penning these words today. Perhaps it's a Canadian thing (respecting others' traditions, etc.) but in the end, perhaps it's just me.

In any event, what I want to relate today is about the importance of church life here in Zambia. Believe me, it is important. In fact, one of the most common questions a newcomer (e.g. Andrew Sacret) is asked is “Are you a Christian?”. Almost invariably, the follow-up question is, “What church do you attend?" There are so many to choose from here. The Seventh Day Adventist, Pentecostal, and Catholic Churches appear to be the most prevalent in Mazabuka specifically, however there are many more including the United Church of Zambia and the Anglican Church plus others that I'd never heard of before.

I am increasingly certain that it helps me to relate to local people when I can answer the first question affirmatively. People brighten right away and are eager to discuss more (to my quiet delight). To the second question, I answer, “I attend the United Church of Canada.” People then ask, “Do you know that we have the United Church of Zambia?” As a matter of fact, I do.

It was a little strange at first, but I'm now used to the fact that people will then proceed to invite you to their church. I have taken up a couple of invitations, which have been “interesting”. The first church service I attended here was on invitation; I won't say exactly that I regretted it, but it certainly wasn't what I'm used to. We met in a burlap/plastic tent for four and a half hours and the speakers were turned up to full blast. As a guest, I was ushered to the front row and made to stand so everyone could welcome me. The music was very energetic. The preachers were very energetic. There were many words spoken about sin and evil and Satan (in Tonga and English). Despite this, I admit that it was still a spiritual experience. I've since attended another church on invitation but I'll spare the details.

My own choice is the Anglican Church for one outstanding reason alone: the CHOIR!!! Can these folks ever sing! The group is not big (maybe 20 people) but they make a huge, beautiful, harmonious sound - and all of it a cappella. They mostly sing in Tonga or Nyanja, so naturally I don't have a clue what the lyrics are. The hymns are in either English or Nyanja and fortunately there are hymn books available so I can follow along. I must say it feels great to sing again even in an unknown language!

Today, I asked the choir director about joining. He said yes enthusiastically, then told me the choir practices all day Saturday. Um... er... well... you see...

Whether or not I actually decide to join the choir, at least I know why they make such a joyful noise. :-)

Wishing you peace and blessings on a warm and breezy Sunday in Mazabuka!