A common greeting we use in the Spanish ministry at church.
A couple years back, more like five or six years back, my dad surrendered himself to serve God in the ministry. He had a burden to reach the Spanish speaking people of this small little town, and bring them to Christ. He began a Spanish Sunday school class at church, which began with only two people to show up each week. Occasionally new people would come, but it seemed people were just always coming and going.
Over the years we have gained a few people who came consistently.
Eventually, my dad saw the need to start a service as well as having the Sunday school class. There still weren't many people, but my dad never gave up. We held a service just like any other -- singing songs, having special music, and of course praying and preaching. My sister plays the piano, another young lady from the Spanish ministry plays the guitar, and I play my clarinet.
It amazes me to think back on how it all started.
This past Sunday we had twenty-six people in service! I do believe that was the most we have ever had in there at a time. The room was full almost to its limit! I love sitting there in my chair in the front of the room playing my clarinet while the other musicians play and the whole congregation sings. It is such a blessing to me to hear the sound of so many voices singing together . . . especially when I saw it when it all began. I saw when our family made up most of the class. I saw when we had to sing without music, and when we began to sing only with guitar to accompany us.
I love these people almost like they were part of my family. I don't speak Spanish, but they all try so hard to communicate anyway. I really wish I could speak Spanish, but I haven't reached that point yet.
I can't wait to watch as it grows even more.
¡Dios te bendiga!
