Church at Budondo

Today we traveled to the village of Budondo for church services.  Church there is considerably different than in the U.S. from the buildings they are held in to, well, just take a look.IMG_2096-Edit

You find yourself sitting on crude benches unless you are a guest. If that’s the case you get to sit in plastic lawn chairs. I don’t say this to suggest that it is less of an experience, but instead just the opposite. The American church is often caught up in the color of the carpet or what the pews look like. We get upset if the air conditioning is not cool enough.

Those things are not even an option in the churches we visited. Yet, look at the smiles on the faces of the people. Does our emphasis on the perfect church impact us negatively? Are we willing to smile like this? Do we see Sunday’s as a day of obligation? It is going to be hard to go back home.IMG_2141-Edit

Lana took the kids outside for a lesson. This lasted until the rain started to fall and even then it wasn’t a rush to get back inside before you got too wet. Sitting in this rudimentary building with a tin roof listening to and smelling the rain was just as much of an experience with God as anything I’ve had.

After another meal we planned to visit a small farm that the mission has leased.  The goal of having the farm is to help this church and others in the community become more self-sufficient with both food and income. They grew their first crop of corn last year and paid for the lease with that one crop. Philip said that they can grow two crops a year with their weather.

As we started down the road we soon realized that the visit was probably not wise.  IMG_2192-Edit

The roads are almost like a clay gumbo. When wet the top layer becomes sticky and slick. Philip found a place to turn around. This was the front door to the home. If you look closely into the home you see that there are at least four people. There were one or two others outside.