As I am feeling this intense pain, I remind myself that I can 't show any casualties from the war inside my body. I decide that the best way to hide it is to start smiling a smile that says, "Man I wish my church would serve communion like this." The congregation believes my lie and they act like nothing unusual just happened. I am now in my seat when I realize that they are about to take up an offering. Dang it! now I have to get up and walk to the front of the church again in order to give my offering. Well I am not going to make myself look bad by not giving to their offering. I get a few Tanzanian shillings in my hand, get out of the pew, and go present my gift to the church. The money is in the basket and I walk back to my seat. Success! I have officially become the greatest white man to drink whiskey in a Lutheran church in Tanzania. The service finally ends and the prison doors are opened. I walk out feeling a lot better than I was just a few minutes ago, but feeling sick to my stomach still doesn 't feel too good. As I walk to the truck I start to think back on all of the events that have just taken place this morning. I think about how different this church is from any other church I have ever been to in my entire life. I love how there are so many unique ways to worship God, even when it might cause me discomfort. As I am driving away from the church I realize that overall the service wasn’t bad. As a matter of fact I hope that I will be able to go back to this church one day in the
As I am feeling this intense pain, I remind myself that I can 't show any casualties from the war inside my body. I decide that the best way to hide it is to start smiling a smile that says, "Man I wish my church would serve communion like this." The congregation believes my lie and they act like nothing unusual just happened. I am now in my seat when I realize that they are about to take up an offering. Dang it! now I have to get up and walk to the front of the church again in order to give my offering. Well I am not going to make myself look bad by not giving to their offering. I get a few Tanzanian shillings in my hand, get out of the pew, and go present my gift to the church. The money is in the basket and I walk back to my seat. Success! I have officially become the greatest white man to drink whiskey in a Lutheran church in Tanzania. The service finally ends and the prison doors are opened. I walk out feeling a lot better than I was just a few minutes ago, but feeling sick to my stomach still doesn 't feel too good. As I walk to the truck I start to think back on all of the events that have just taken place this morning. I think about how different this church is from any other church I have ever been to in my entire life. I love how there are so many unique ways to worship God, even when it might cause me discomfort. As I am driving away from the church I realize that overall the service wasn’t bad. As a matter of fact I hope that I will be able to go back to this church one day in the