Bong Mine Bridge Church

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The Bong Mine Bridge Church is a typical church here in Monrovia, a rectangular tin roofed building with walls made of bamboo. The construction mingles well with the houses in the community. Inside there were wooden pews for the people who came to the morning service. Outside the back door, a small generator provided power for sound system; no lights were needed as the cracks between the bamboo walls were enough to let the sun light inside the sanctuary. Bong Mine is a poor community close to where the ship is docked; sharp right turn into a narrow unpaved path with huts, houses and small shops on each side. Few times we barely missed them. The service started short after we arrived; announcements, worship, offering, more worship and a message by Vincent Luwishi, the guest preacher. During the worship those who don’t have a drum clap their hands, but like the drummers they never miss the beat. The whole congregation danced and worshiped the Lord freely. Vincent’s message was right to the point challenging the congregation to see the value they have in God. After the service the people of the church thanked us for coming to fellowship in their church. Please continue to pray for the church in Liberia.

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