This morning we worshipped with a local Haitian congregation. We are hundreds of miles from our houses, but we were at home in God’s house. Hundreds of people speaking a different language, living in a different culture, and practicing different traditions but all worshipping the same God that I call Father. As they sang songs, my minded tried to remember what little it could from high school French. Unfortunately, that proved futile. But when we took communion, there was no language barrier. We broke bread together as the body of Christ.

There is something amazing and indescribable about going to a foreign land and finding people with the same faith as you. God’s love and forgiveness transcends languages, nations, and cultures. I can’t wait to experience the ultimate “church service” when all of His children gather together to declare his glory.

Revelation 7

9After this I looked and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and in front of the Lamb. They were wearing white robes and were holding palm branches in their hands. 10And they cried out in a loud voice:
   ”Salvation belongs to our God,
   who sits on the throne,
   and to the Lamb.”