This is where I went to church as a kid growing up in Bongolo. The benches were hard but the view out the windows was great. Birds flew through the open windows. My two brothers and I sat through long services in French and Yinzebi, the local language. We didn't understand much, but I felt God's presence there. We mostly drew or read the Bible during church, and our parents explained the message to us on the way home. As an added bonus to all that time drawing, the three of us siblings now know how to draw. But more importantly we learned to sit quietly in God's presence.
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