Preaching at Cañas
Last Sunday I had the opportunity to preach at the "Iglesia Monte Hobeb Quiterrizí. It was a delightful experience. The church is made up of indigenous (what we might call "indian"...native Costa Ricans) residents of a reservation. We encountered the pastor a few weeks ago as we were distributing the Gospel of John with a volunteer group from the U.S. He was extremely friendly and wanted my name and phone number. Little did I know that he was going to ask me to preach in his church. No. It's not a Baptist church. Actually, it's Church of God. The congregation numbered around 30, at least half children. Their worship style was pretty much what we would call charasmatic. Mitzi and were familiar with the songs, although we don't know them without a song book or sheet...and we couldn't quite get the words as they sang them...partly because it was Spanish, but mostly because there were so many different keys being sung that it was hard to make out the tune or words. And typical of Latin American churches, they had a sound system (in a room about 25x25)which they turned up pretty loud. The pastor's 8 year old son played the drums. He has the system down, just not the beat. A man played the guitar and led the singing. Don't get me wrong. I'm not making fun of them or being critical. They were worshipping. It didn't really matter if they were on the same key or not, because it wasn't a concert. Each one was expressing himself.
I preached...well, I still have to read most of my sermon in Spanish...and the people were very attentive. Costa Rican people are very polite. No doubt they appreciated the fact that my sermon was probably about half as long as they were used to. I hope they got the point. There was a smattering of "Amens"...as I said they are very polite.
Before we left,the pastor (who isn't indigenous) said to pray for them because there is still a lot of brujería (witchcraft) among the people, and like many indigenous peoples, alcoholism. He wispered this, so it may be that some of the people who attend church are involved. That isn't all that unusual. It's not uncommon for rural people to just sort of mix "Christianity" with what they already have.
When we left, we gave the pastor and his family a ride (They don't have a car.)and as we were driving up the steep dirt road, a lady from the church was walking along with her little girl. We gave her a ride too. She would have had to walk about two miles...almost straight up...to get home. Any of us walk two miles to church?
