It's sometimes said that culture is like a river. To fully appreciate its flow, you need to get in it. I had the privilege of putting this into practice recently when I visited a church with a predominantly Nigerian membership.
Rather than observing from a distance, I got to swim in the stream of their worship. It highlighted several ways in which my own multi-ethnic church values certain things differently. This doesn't automatically mean either set of practices is better or worse. But the customs reveal the creeds underneath. Experiencing the differences first-hand helped me sense what was going on under the surface.
When Leanne first shared her story in our women's group, the room fell silent. Years of abuse had left scars far deeper than the physical ones. Though she'd found freedom from her abuser, she hadn't escaped the shame that followed her like a shadow.
I still remember the weight of that brown envelope in my hands. My entire future seemed contained within those folded A-level results. With trembling fingers, I opened it, and my heart sank. The grades weren't enough for medical school.
In that moment, I hadn't broken any moral code. There were even mitigating circumstances that had affected my performance. Yet what overwhelmed me wasn't guilt - it was shame.
Lessons from a three-hour church service
It's sometimes said that culture is like a river. To fully appreciate its flow, you need to get in it. I had the privilege of putting this into practice recently when I visited a church with a predominantly Nigerian membership.
Rather than observing from a distance, I got to swim in the stream of their worship. It highlighted several ways in which my own multi-ethnic church values certain things differently. This doesn't automatically mean either set of practices is better or worse. But the customs reveal the creeds underneath. Experiencing the differences first-hand helped me sense what was going on under the surface.