Church and Shopping

I'm slowly learning the public transportation system. That's pretty much what we will use to get around town, that and walking. Tram 26 is what we took to get to church.

The service is held in a stadium-seating room that looks like a college classroom. The singing, preaching, everything, is in Czech. Fortunately, this church offers translation. You plug your earphones into a box under each desk, and a translator in the sound booth translates all the talking into English.

The singing, however is untranslated. And right now it's impossible for me to read and sing the words, simply because I'm unused to the pronunciation, let alone the meaning. But while we were worshipping through song I thought about the fact that it's the same God. In the midst of these Czech worshippers, I too was worshipping the same God. It's pretty amazing to me to realized how unfettered God is. He is not limited by language or place. He is the same everywhere.

And that's mainly what we are sent overseas to learn. The simple fact that God is the same everywhere, and thus our response toward Him is too. Away from all that is familiar, we can seek the same God, and draw all things from that.


We also went shopping. Aside from not being able to read anything, we did pretty good. We picked up some honey, milk, eggs, rice, bread, and some fruit and vegetables. Peanut butter is sold for about $2, in very small jars. Cheddar cheese is also scarce, and expensive. But most things we were able to get.
At the Czech-out counter we found out that they don't bag your groceries. And we had purchased quite a lot! Fortunately I had my backpack, and we had a plastic bag. We got everything home, but barely. Here people don't buy so much at one time. Instead, they stop by a store on the way home each and get a few things. It's quite different. But it's fun too.

In His Time,