In a small room...

Today I had the pleasure of sitting with two friends who are becoming very dear to me in the translation booth at church.  I listened and watched them work together as they simultaneously translated the entire sermon into Spanish, one speaking and the other quickly pulling up Bible passages in Spanish and typing words that needed to be clarified.  It was wonderful just to be getting that kind of experience in interpreting.


But the highlight of that time, and maybe my whole week, was when the sermon was over and we had a few minutes without the microphone while the worship songs were being sung.  Sitting there with this couple, singing songs of praise together in a small room in the basement of the church, knowing that we were joined upstairs by a thousand other believers, made my heart fill with joy.  I felt closer to God there than I have in church in a dozen Sundays.