In the middle of the choir

Last Sunday, on September 18, a group of us decided to go to the church service at the local Catholic Church in Polokwane.  We arrived about 20 minutes before the service began and found the very large church fairly empty.  We made our way to the third front seat so we could be close to the action.

Luca, Susan, Ine, Daniel and me at the front of the Catholic Church in Polokwane

Within the next 15 minutes the very large church was packed with parishioners and the chairs in front of us were getting more and more packed as people looked bewildered and squashed into the chairs around us.

Well, it turns out that we were very close to the action.  As the service began, we realised that the seats we had selected were, in fact, in the middle of the choir! 

As the African drums began to be pounded the worshipers broke into the most wonderful hymns in their local language.  The roof lifted, the congregation smiled and moved with the beat of the drums and voices.  We did our best to join in with the music that was filling the church.  

The level of energy was amazing and we will all remember the time we were part of an African choir :-)