Today I attended church here for the first time. And let me tell you, it was quite the experience. First off, if any of you have felt out of place before, try being one of the 4 white people in a congregation of 200+ singing, laughing, dancing, yelling Africans. It was quite moving. In fact, I tried dancing a little bit just to not stick out so much, any of you that have seen me "try" to "dance" can picture this quite vividly. We also went to a small bible study before the service. Pastor Peter peached a sermon, which was in english and also translated in ugandan, on baptism which offered some good insight. Towards the end Pastor Peter had an alter call and invited people to come forward and come to God or to recommit to God. There were people speaking tongues and/or ugandan, people screaming, and people falling over. The bible study and service went from 10 to 11, then from 11 to 1:30. Definitely a little different than my small Lutheran church upbringing.
For the rest of the day I think we'll just sit back and relax. Which sounds good to me, I haven't slept well the past two nights due to extremely odd dreams. I'm pretty sure it's one of the side effects of the anti-malaria medication that I'm taking.
As a closing note for a Sunday afternoon, Pastor Peter asked the congregation, "Do you think you need to be baptized?" He immediately followed it up with another question, "Do you think God would promise us something that we don't need?"
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