Beauty in Zion

We do not have to go to Nigeria to worship with our African brothers and sisters. (Truthfully, they’re all American, but I expect there is that conflict with them, like it is with so many, about where home is.) Instead of a flight from JFK, we get a train ride along the Hudson River.

“Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!” I can easily wax nostalgic about the blessings we’ve shared in that lovely city beside the River. Let’s begin with the mission house on Cherry Street. My most outstanding memory is of a communion blessing, of sitting in the back row by the bay windows and sharing with Mama Akinyombo. She crossed over to the Other Side after that. We’ll meet again in Heaven.

I hold the memory of introducing the writing group to the worship service on Cherry Street. Papa encouraged us by saying words are powerful; the Church needs writers (brethren who write is what I say). That’s the day we surprised sisters Christianah and Yvette with a birthday party, and when I was thrilled to hear brothers Landon and Dayo discussing something electrical. (It made no sense to me 😊.) (The Nigerians always refer to me as, “Sister,” to Laurence as, “Brother,” to the preacher as, “Minister.” I’m trying.)

Bible school with Abigael, Anne, Madelyn, Elizabeth, Josiah, and Joshua, and others holds forever memories of a carefree time – of devotions, singing, playing, laughing, and eating. (Lunch was important.)

So many holiday celebrations.

The crew did the walkway on a Christmas when Tyson, Kari, and Jacob were there. We sat around a fire at the end, and someone got snow down their back. 😅 The schoolteacher memories are many: writing classes, recesses, programs, Elizabeth and Josiah’s excellent speeches, hiking, tea . . .

Today, we see dreams coming true with Abigael and Brandt’s June wedding in Poughkeepsie – Lord willing. “God makes everything beautiful in His time.”  Berniece

(All my memories would fill a book. You’re welcome to add yours.)