by Jessica Schaeffer
"I consider everything a loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord." Philippians 3:8a
I just got home from church, where the  pastor spoke on the verse above. It is still very difficult to understand the  sermon in Bambara, but I was grateful for this reminder from Paul to keep  pressing on to know Christ more and to help others know Him too.  As usual, my church was packed out for the  almost 2 and a half hour service. There was a little "traffic jam" of bikes,  motos and people trying to get out of the church courtyard after the service. To  my best estimate, there are nearly 500 people (including children) who come each  Sunday. Small children sit on the lap of an older sibling or mother, and bigger  children sit quietly on mats on the floor at the front of the church for the  first half of the service, and then they divide into 3 or 4 classes for Sunday  School. Two ushers help find space to squeeze another person into the  church…often people who sit on the end of the bench are half on the bench and  half off. The worship is lively with a few people playing drums and an  instrument with a large gourd and beads. Most people have the songs memorized,  but a few people (including the worship leaders and myself!) bring songbooks.  Although most songs we sing seem to be tunes and words that originate in Africa,  there are a few with tunes taken from English hymns or choruses. The song we  sing while the offering is taken every Sunday is to the tune of "Auld Lang  Syne". Women sit on one side of the church, men on the other side. After the  service is over, people exit pretty quickly and to their visiting outside the  church courtyard on the dusty road. I am the only white person who attends the  church since my missionary colleagues attend the other 3 Alliance churches in  Koutiala.
 packed out for the  almost 2 and a half hour service. There was a little "traffic jam" of bikes,  motos and people trying to get out of the church courtyard after the service. To  my best estimate, there are nearly 500 people (including children) who come each  Sunday. Small children sit on the lap of an older sibling or mother, and bigger  children sit quietly on mats on the floor at the front of the church for the  first half of the service, and then they divide into 3 or 4 classes for Sunday  School. Two ushers help find space to squeeze another person into the  church…often people who sit on the end of the bench are half on the bench and  half off. The worship is lively with a few people playing drums and an  instrument with a large gourd and beads. Most people have the songs memorized,  but a few people (including the worship leaders and myself!) bring songbooks.  Although most songs we sing seem to be tunes and words that originate in Africa,  there are a few with tunes taken from English hymns or choruses. The song we  sing while the offering is taken every Sunday is to the tune of "Auld Lang  Syne". Women sit on one side of the church, men on the other side. After the  service is over, people exit pretty quickly and to their visiting outside the  church courtyard on the dusty road. I am the only white person who attends the  church since my missionary colleagues attend the other 3 Alliance churches in  Koutiala.

 
 
 
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