A Rainy Sunday
Last Sunday, right about the start of the sermon it started to rain. We worship in a large, permanent tent that has been erected over a cement floor. Often the sides are unhooked to let the breeze in so it is not as hot and stuffy inside. So as the rain started, several men jumped up to hook up the sides. Being pregnant, I feel that it is ten to twenty degrees warmer than apparently anyone else, so I was disappointed that the cool breeze from the rain was now shut out. However, not too far into Pastor Wamala's sermon, the rain really started coming down and the wind began to blow the sides of the tent in. It got so bad the sermon had to be stopped and everyone moved to the center of the church. Pastor Wamala handled the interruption quite well and was able to go on, but I have to admit, even with him practically shouting into the microphone it was hard to hear over the roar of the rain. Plus I was a bit distracted angling my chair just right to avoid the many little drips from the ceiling! The power did go out shortly after his sermon (surprised it managed to stay on so long) and then it was extremely hard to hear. We ended the service by singing "How Great Thou Art" accapella to the sound of the rain and it was so incredibly beautiful! -Krista