'Interesting' morning. One of our New Year's resolutions was to keep trying different churches until we found one we were happy at. So this morning we screwed up our courage to 'full', and went to 'City Cell Church'. We'd noticed this one a few times, as it is on the main road, and has a sign outside saying 'City Cell Church, 9.30am Every Sunday, All Welcome'. This seemed like a fairly good time to us, and the fact that the sign was in English as well as Swahili was encouraging.
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So, not wanting to walk in late (ha ha - this shows we're not fully tuned into Tanzania yet) we turned up promptly at 9.30. There was only one lady there, in the process of setting up, who greeted us warmly and showed us to some seats at the front (despite our efforts to sit in our usual one-from-the-back row). The building appeared to be a derelict former cinema (although Caleb found a ticket outside, so maybe it's still a cinema), with dirty old no-longer flipping back up seats - and three rows of garden chairs at the front.
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At about quarter to ten, I asked the lady what time the service started (as we were wondering whether we had made a mistake). She said (without the hint of a smile) "9.30".
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After about another five minutes it all kicked off (by this time we numbered half the congregation). It was very Tanzanian. The sole accompaniment was a very poor quality tape recording played very loudly through a very big, very old amplifier, and a guy at the front singing through a microphone. Everyone (except us, of course) up the front dancing and singing.
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I went up the front to do the obligatory 'this is us' speech (quite proud of my Swahili efforts - although I may have given the mistaken impression that we spoke Swahili, as they stopped translating everything at this point!) and then they launched into the worship. Which was fine, but we don't know or understand any of the songs, and we just can't bring ourselves to get up and dance. As Libby said, they dance the way she dances when she's on her own in the kitchen, and has made absolutely sure that no one can see! I think maybe you need to be born doing that kind of thing, to not have the self-consciousness that we Brits seem unable to shake off. Caleb doesn't have a problem doing it. In fact, if he had carried on with his dancing we might have lasted a bit longer. But it's very difficult to get anything out of any church, when you have to constantly chase after a hyperactive nearly-two-year-old who just wants to climb in and out of the side door, pick up every piece of old rubbish off the floor, and sit on every ex-cinema seat in the building.
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So at around half-ten, when everyone else was either kneeling face down on the floor, or had eyes firmly closed, we slipped out the back and went to the ice-cream parlour.
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We were very pleased with ourselves for trying, but I don't think we'll be going back. I hope we didn't offend them too much by leaving early. But it's a bit difficult to know when to leave, when you know that there's a good chance it could go on for hours. As I remarked to Libby, "It will be probably be full to capacity by 12.00". But I don't think we could hang on that long.
So, next week we're going to try 'Kanisa la Mungu la Tanzania'. This is the church that three other MAF families go to (and our houselady) and has services in Swahili translated into English. I believe it also has a Sunday school of sorts.
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The down side is that it starts at 7.30 :(
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We have made it once, but left early as I got fed up of chasing Caleb around the premises for about an hour before Sunday school even started. But, to be honest it's probably the best option.
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I realise that having written this now we are somewhat committed to making it next week, so am sorely tempted to delete the last few paragraphs. But I won't - it will probably help if we have some added incentive for getting up that early!
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