Tent Church
On Sunday mornings Ireen says, “Are we going to go to the tent church today?” That’s how she describes it before adding, “Papa, I like building churches more.” We do attend a church fellowship that meets under a big tent. Andrea and I have been attending Lusaka Baptist Church now for about three years and last year they undertook a construction project for a new building. Until that project is complete, we’ll continue to meet under the “tent of meeting”.
If we are not late to arrive at church, we are able to find seating inside. But when the tent fills up they roll up the sides and late-comers sit outside. For us with white skin, the sun rays are absolutely brutal – even during the rainy season. So at least it’s good motivation for us to arrive a little bit early and find seating inside. Ireen leaves for her Sunday school class half-way through the church service – which she really likes. Ian sits in the pew on Andrea or my lap looking at books, munching on snacks, sucking on his pacifier, or drink his “joosh” (juice). Inevitably he gets irritated by the confinement, prompting us to take him outside. Here’s a picture of a typical Sunday morning service:
