Overwhelmed

So this past Sunday we had spacial guest in our service. We had a Chinese congregation join us. The co-leader or assistant leader, not really sure what his title is, is our doctor. He is a very rare jewel, he is Asian, Christians and speaks Spanish! Yes you read correctly dude speaks Spanish! He is what we have been looking in a doctor for years. He is an efficient, smart, and caring doctor that loves not only my family but most of the members of our church! As Hispanic we don't keep anything good to ourselves but always share the goods and so we told the congregation of our awesome doctor and a lot of them transferred over to his facilities. Now he has more clients and we all have a great doctor!

So yeah that was a side story about our doctor. So my mom went to see him and she saw that he was specially happy that day and asked him why, he said that on Sunday his church was going to have a baptism. He then moved on to say that it was going to be done in a big bathtub in one of the members house, I'm guessing that's the only Spanish word he found to describe what my mom thinks was a jacuzzi. My mom then tells him that we have a baptism tub in our church and that we would be more than happy to let them use it. Our Doctor was delighted by the invite and accepted and it was arranged to have the baptism in our church then they would join us in our service.

Now when we do a baptism we wait for a group of at least 10 to do it. My mom was expecting the same thing for their congregation...nope. The baptism was for just one person, an older male, which according to my sister, who went on a mission trip to China, are the hardest to convert. My mom said that our doctor wanted to carry that man in and out of the baptismal like a baby. They were so proud and filled with joy with the decision that man had made.

Our service on Sunday had something special, this was before I knew that they were going to join us. One of the girls that read the scripture came in sneakers, hoping to change into the correct shoes once inside, and then realized she had forgot them in her house. She read the scriptures in her running sneakers, to say the least, with the biggest smile on her face and couldn't help but tell the congregation that she was just so happy that day. That tone carried the rest of the service. It was just a service full of joy and happiness. Then the Chinese congregation joined us and it was like finding Chuck-E-Cheese in Disneyland, for a kid of course, ahh who am I joking for me! The joy just got bigger and bigger!!

The members of our congregation gave up their seat for the incoming brothers and sisters, that just hit me so hard, in a good way. And then that's when it happened, I was over taken by this emotion that I can't even really describe, all I can say is that I was overwhelmed. I started to cry. The fact that two extremely different cultures could come together and just praise God overwhelmed me. The fact that this group of people were raising their hands and saying Hallelujah, which is the same in both language, in unison with us, which is something they can't do in their native country overwhelmed me. Their joy overwhelmed me. Their freedom overwhelmed me. Their peace overwhelmed me and all I could do to stop myself from doing the ugly cry face was just sit and take it all in.

They sang two songs in Chinese with American sign language, which made me even more happy since a member of our church is deaf and understood what they were signing about more than us who were listening. It would be overkill to say I was overwhelmed but I was. After their two beautiful songs our churches sang "I'm Trading my Sorrow" or "Yes Lord", not sure the title of that song but you get the drill, and flags were brought out and we marched together for a good half an hour or more! It was just the happiest service ever! And all I can truly and honestly say is that God is really really really GOOD!