Among the Beloved of God

by Joy Casey in Ethiopia
at the church in Korah

I could not understand all of the words, but the spirit of worship was loud and clear.  I and those traveling with me, were packed under a tarp canopy held up with eucalyptus poles.




Children played on the dirt floor, mothers nursed their babies, and the ushers unseated the young to make room for the old.







It basically was chaos until the music started when all entered into worship with abandon. 

Rubbing shoulders with God’s people who look and smell and worship differently brought a sense of deep humility in me.  I am privileged beyond measure to worship with what some might consider “the least of these” (Matthew 25:45).  

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