All the members of the mission trip were asked to prepare a devotion to share. I had a rough idea of what I was going to do, but it didn’t hit until Sunday service. The service was in Cuban Spanish – obviously – and I did not understand most of it.
I am used to services that are done in quiet and contained reverence. I have not really experienced a service where God is celebrated by exploding with full life. The service was loud. The service was fast. In every way the service was as reverent as any other that I have been in. Continue reading My devotion while in Cuba