I’ve been privileged to be a part of an African church for several years. I must say that no two days are the same and there is always something to make you giggle, always. Below I’ve shared just some of the unique things about attending or growing up in an African church
1.Hymns are subject to various types of remixes – hymns are usually quite sombre songs but I have heard hymns on the keyboard, with a talking drum, with beats and on the saxophone – and all suprisingly quite good too.
2. Any excuse to dance is welcomed with open arms – during the offering, if the pastor wants a dance session, if someone is bringing their new baby to church, if someone has a testimony, the list goes on
3. “Offering time = blessing time”, “Testimony time =blessing time”, “up up Jesus = down down satan” are some of the more popular phrases that everyone knows.
4. The service is liable to run over stated time once in a while
5. You don’t really need a background in music to join the music ministry – all you need is a willing heart and a voice (whatever it sounds like)
6. New years eve aka crossover night is mandatorily spent at church
7. Sunday service requires your Sunday best – so best outfit, shoes, hair, make up, only the best for God’s house
8. Testimony givers will most likely sing a song unless warned otherwise
9. Attending an African church gives you non biological mandatory family who will expect invitations to all major life events
10. Mum or dad making a night vigil compulsory is pretty much iron clad – whether or not you feel like it or not
11. Special church occasions mean Jollof Rice, fried rice, cake, drinks or all of the above
12. The service always ends with “the grace of Our Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God…..” always.
These are the few I can think of. Do you have any other ones? Share them below!
Until next time
Memoirs Of A Yoruba Girl
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This is a letter to my childhood sweetheart. Read it to the end , I’m sure you’ll really like it.
Letter To My Childhood Sweetheart
It was great seeing you today, after not seeing you for ages. It was amazing how you had changed , you looked older but you still looked youthful at the same time, I guess it’s a little hard to describe. I felt ashamed that you saw me the way I was, but you were never judgemental.
I saw you walking down the street with a really pretty girl. You always had loads of friends even before we became friends.
We’ve known each other as long as I can remember. My mum and dad knew your dad for a long time so we automatically became friends.
You were my first and best play mate. We would spend hours playing in the streets , riding bikes and knocking doors. Mum and dad let you sleep over so many times, it was almost as if you lived with us. The sleepovers used to be so much fun. We would stay up all night telling stories and making each other laugh until our little tummies hurt. I thought we would be together forever. It was my new friends that came between us. It’s sad now I think about it. You wanted me to stay away from them, but I didnt want to hear any of it.
Eventually, we just grew apart. We never spent time together anymore, I always cancelled on you last minute to do something else. The little time we did spend together was rushed and insincere on my part. I was a terrible friend. I knew you still really wanted to speak to me and see me, but I just didnt have the time anymore. I guess you wanted the old me back. Looking back, I guess I felt a bit guilty for treating you so badly was why I couldn’t admit I was wrong.
I still always invited you to family functions because it would have been weird you not being there. You were always at my birthday parties, at Christmas parties, family BBQ’s and any other mundane family function. I guess you were like family to me. It did become more and more awkward though because all we would say was hi and bye. I could see in your eyes you wanted to say so much more but you never forced it. It was as if you were waiting on me to make up my mind.
Church was your favourite. You made me love church and Sunday school. You always knew all the answers and you never wanted to go home. I guess because your dad was in charge of everything was why you loved going so much.
I really regret how I treated you and seeing you brought back all the old feelings. All you ever wanted was to love me. You wanted to soothe away the stress of my day and whisper sweet nothings in my ears. But I never had the time.
I realise now that I have always loved you. From the first time we played outside together, I knew I would always love you. You were and will always be my childhood sweetheart.
You know about my husband, my kids and my job. I don’t know how my husband might feel about it but I guess I have to be true to my heart, whatever happens. Jesus Christ, lover of my soul, my childhood sweetheart, can we pick up from where we left off?
Hope you guys enjoyed that. The idea for this short letter came because I realise a lot of christians have known or known about Jesus for ages but have only developed meaningful relationships with him as they have grown up, a bit like a childhood sweetheart. Hope you enjoyed this. Let me know what you thought of it.
Until next time
Memoirs Of A Yoruba Girl
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Happy Easter Sunday!
On this beautiful day (the snow chilled for today) we celebrate the resurrection and the life of Our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ!!
I’m on placement (again) so I spent my Easter Sunday live streaming from the Mars Hill website and their Easter Sunday service. It was beautiful; a beautiful message about what Jesus Christ did for us on the cross of Calvary and how is being alive, even right now, gives us a hope and a future. I was able to watch some people declare their faith by getting baptised…live on air – amazing! Do check out Mars Hill (This isn’t a sponsored ad or anything…I just think they have an amazing church and have a real love for Christ!. They are live streaming services throughout today – so if you didn’t make church today…..check them out!
I feel this day is beautifully summarised in this beautiful song titled “In Christ Alone” (I’m sure you know it already!) Written by Stuart Townend and Keith Getty. My favourite verse (though I love them all) is the final and the second to last verse:
There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain:
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me,
For I am His and He is mine \”“
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
No guilt in life, no fear in death,
This is the power of Christ in me;
From life’s first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No power of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home,
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand!
I think they sum up perfectly what we celebrate and remember today and what we hope for.
In light of today, I wanted to share with you a story I wrote a couple of years ago. It isn’t finished yet, but I felt it was appropriate for today. It is titled “The Love Story”, and it is Gods love story to us.
So please feel free to enjoy it and most importantly remember … God loves you !
Happy Easter Sunday Once Again
It feels good to be writing again. I’ve missed my baby “MemoirsOfAYorubaGirl”. Its actually funny how much this blog has become a part of me. I hope this post meets you in peace and I hope you are enjoying the turmoil of English summer nights.
Just going to talk a little bit about where I am at the moment. As a christian, I feel God is fully in charge of my life and how things happen. I believe this, sincerly, but it is another thing entirely to believe this in action. In the past few months, I have noticed a few things in and around my life that are pointing to some things and tying them together.
1st thing – I really feel God is trying to tell me (and whoever else may be reading this) that I should not think less of my talents/skills or whatever I am good at. God has given them to me for a purpose. I have been sitting under the voice of people, seeing and reading things that have been inspiring me. There are soo many people amazing talented people around me, doing amzing stuff. Sometimes it is easy to get lost in that and take a backseat. Its soo easy to downgrade myself, because I share a talent with someone else. God is not interested in someone else when hes dealing with me. He deals with us all as individuals. That means if he gave me a talent to sing (for example), God is interested in how I will use my voice for his glory. Even if I am in a choir, giving a group performance, God is still looking at me individually. This has and is still challenging to take myself and my crafts seriously
2nd thing – I feel like I am just at the tip of the iceberg here. I feel God is starting to teach me some things about freedom in Christ. Some words/terms become so ‘cliche’ed and can lose their meaning. I am starting to learn that when Jesus said “it is finished”, it actually was. That was when I was justified, full stop. That means there is NOTHING I can do, that will make God love me more. This is easy and hard to understand at the same time. It means my works (praying, reading my bible and etc) are filty rags if I am trying to use them to make myself right with God. This is one of those things that I understand in my own mind (kinda), hopefully it makes some sense here!
I pray God fully teaches me what he wants me to learn, and I hope he teaches you
what you need. Most importantly , I pray God will help us to LEARN what he is teaching!
Goodnight and God bless You
Peace and Love