Close your eyes…you might just think you
are in Cambridge or Westminster or King’s College…but no, wait! The words are
not English, but Xhosa. Open your eyes and you are looking at roughly 5000
people crammed into a tent. I think to myself: “My great-grandfather did not
build churches. These people. They are his legacy.” According to the SPG in
London, Arthur was here to train indigenous missionaries…indigenous…that’s what
this church is now. While it is a perfectly sound Anglican service, it is all
done in isiXhosa…the Prayer Book, the Scripture readings, the Hymns, the
service music…and all are indigenous people. Just the way Arthur would have
wanted it to be.
We were told to be at the church at 8:30
AM, but by the time we got there crowds were already singing lustily in the
tent…cars parked everywhere…and wave after wave of procession marching up the
street from Ebenezer to the tent. I was there just in time for the very last
one…with all the Canons, Archdeacons, the Provost and the Vicar General. Eish!
Whatever happened to Africa time?
I walked alongside the Chancellor of the
Diocese…a good man to know! He and I chatted about the LEAD program and he is
sold. One more on our side! Thank You Jesus! The tent was actually overflowing
when we processed in and more people kept arriving throughout the service. As
guess I managed to get a seat on the stage because I was with this final
procession…it helps being late sometimes!
The service was amazingly organized. The
choir was magnificent. As I said to one of the Archdeacons, today even the
angels were silent. I hope I can buy one of their CD’s as I would love to hear
these spectacular voices again. As neither Louise nor I speak or understand
Xhosa, we were at somewhat of a disadvantage, but one of the great things about
the Prayer Book is that even though it is in a different language, one can
figure out what is going on from time to time.



It was all over too soon…then there was
lunch. Lunch? No, a feast worthy of the word celebration. Chicken, beef, lamb,
rice, samp, butternut squash, spinach, salad, and dessert…these folks can eat!
When it was time to say goodbye, the Vicar General said he would see us before
nightfall…
And, in spite of an unbelievably busy
schedule, he did! We had a wonderful chat over some light treats – who could
eat anything heavy after today’s lunch? He is going to check on the Diocesan
calendar, but is tentatively thinking of having us come up to do the first part
of the training in October. Whoohoo!!!! We may be able to get some folk from
the other Diocese to join in the fun too!
Long day…time to find a pillow.
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