"God likes it best when I speak to Him in English."*

I sang to God in English.

I do not know if you realized how profound this statement was, so let me repeat.

I sang to God in English.

I sang to God in English with others.

I heard the Word of God read to me in English.

I listened to a message live in English.

This past Sunday was the first of monthly English Worship meetings and I fought back tears of joy, homesickness, thanksgiving, praise, and yearning for the majority of the service. I've gone to church almost every week since I've moved to Poland and have found meaning and felt God in the services without knowing any other words than God, Jesus, and thank you. I have sat in the pews and reflected on how I am one of millions who have sat in this old, old church over the years to be with God. I have felt small in this church, and I have been forgiven in this church, even if I didn't know the words of the confession. I have participated in both of the Sacraments and marveled about how God works in this world. But this Sunday, in the large meeting room of the school, I sang to God in English, my mothertongue. And you know what? I think He loved it. . . a lot.


*The title to this post comes from one of my friends, Meghan. She is also a recent college grad, "Future Pastor of America," and teacher in Tisovec, Slovakia. She's the one from the epic hike. Her goal is to worship in as many languages as she can this year. She is loving the cross-cultural experience, but recognizes the power and gratitude that flows when you can worship God in your own language when you have not been able to in a long time.