¡Iglesia en Mexico!

This is probably what I was most looking forward to about the whole trip. I love going to church in other places. My experience at church in Maseru was one of the best of my life, & I couldn't wait to attend church here in Cancun.

Most interesting thing I learned: they sing straight from the Bible. I might've learned something about Jesus, but my brain was lost in translation. So, I learned about Bible singing instead. For example, we turned to Psalm 134 (actually Salmos 134) & sang it. So funny. And their hymnal will go 1-some number & then start over with a random number multiple times. The precious little women kept helping us.

LOTS of singing & even more "amens." I found that they use "amen" like a "you get it?" or "you following me?" just as much as a "right on!"

The church was open - a door like a garage door that pulled down, so it was open during the service. Windows were open with bars in them. It had folding chairs for about 30 people. It's probably about half the size of my garage at home. And HOT. There was a breeze every once in awhile but I was sweating...& I'm not much of a sweater. And I don't mean one glistening drop...I mean drenched. I had to keep drinking lots of water.

I love that even though they don't have much, they make the church pretty. Behind the pulpit hung a curtain across the wall - dark red velvet with a design. In front of the pulpit was a table with a hinged wooden box. When it was time for the offering, Pastor Marcial opened the box for people to come up & put their offering in...& we sang from the Bible.

The music was...joyful. Pastor Marcial sang. LOUD. Not exactly has gift, but so heartfelt. His son, who looks like a young Mexican JTT (unless you're my mother, who totally denies the resemblance), played the keyboard & 2 other men played drums & bass. They had mics & enough speakers to host a small concert...all in this small room. Mauricio said when they have outdoor events they rent MORE speakers. Oh, & the beat...SO hard to sing with. It sounded like everyone just played at their own tempo. But I loved it...and, in the words of dear old Mrs. Camille, they sang in "the language that will be spoken in Heaven" (that's for you, Abby, Chloe, & Em).