The service was in Dutch, but we had these pretty nifty
wireless headphones that we wore. In the back of the room was Terri, who
translated the service into English, and it was piped right into our heads! We
were in Alkmaar, a city about the size of Simi Valley 40 minutes north of
Amsterdam by train. Chris & Terri are missionaries with Greater Europe
Mission and have been assisting this Dutch church for nine years. The church
itself was some 20 years old, and was currently meeting in a large room at a
community center.
The group was young—lots of kids. They sang a kids’ song or
two, then dismissed them to the children’s program. The room, which had been
pretty full, suddenly seemed sparsely populated. Lots of empty chairs. I guess
there were more kids than I realized! The worship songs were mostly familiar,
even though they were in Dutch. I tried to sing in English, but found myself
forgetting the words as I studied the Dutch on the PowerPoint slide! Weird, but
pretty cool.
This was indeed the Body of Christ, another expression, a
different group, but the same Lord and God. Many of the elements of the church
in America were here: worship team with its full complement of drums,
keyboards, and guitars; PowerPoint slides; a video showing kids in a third
world country getting shoe boxes from Samaritan’s Purse—I noticed several shoe
boxes under the chairs of kids—and of course the sniffling and tissues
followed; coffee, tea, and snacks; a baby dedication was uncannily similar to
many that I have done myself.
But those are just the pieces of the frame that surrounded
the reality of a group of people that had gathered because of their common love
of their Savior and their God. That was the true portrait here. The newly
installed, youngish pastor shared how without God we can do nothing; that our
activities are worthless without His power. He prayed and asked God to be
present in the service that day; He was.
