We were round at Per and Mirjam's tonight.
Let's see... I guess we were 8 adults and 8 kids. Accidentally, of course. No one planned it that way. That's who turned up. And the adults were aged mid 20's to mid 40's. The kids were 8-17.
We ate food and hung out. Then 2 guitars, 2 harmonicas, 2 saxophones and 3 djembes came out.
Not sure how to explain what happened next. I remember that we were goofing around and singing "What's love got to do, got to do with it?" And "I'll never fall in love a-g-a-i-n. Oh I'll never fall in love again!"
But it went from that kind of thing into songs that focused us on God. We worshipped.
All the while, everyone was very free. I liked seeing Colin (13) showing Sarah (9) how to play the djembe. I liked that Chase (15) was trying to follow Per on the sax.
I liked that Mirjam had her dog across her lap.
I liked that I lost my voice in the middle of everything because the dogs in the house set off my allergies and I got congested and clogged up.
For some years now, I have been accustomed to church being a family gathering with believers of all ages together to celebrate, most often in a living room or around someone's table. There is a simple focus on Jesus and on hearing from God.
Tonight was the closest thing to what my heart calls church that I have experienced in a long time here in Tanzania.
It put me in such a jolly mood that I sang all the way home in the car with my croaky lost voice just because I sounded so ridiculous. I sang the theme song to the Pippi Longstocking show that I used to watch in Sweden when I was little. Yea, I sang Pippi Longstocking in Swedish all the way home. My kids got a big kick out of that.
Believers gather. We focus on the One we believe in. Church happens.