Friday is our prayer meeting in the community my kids go to school in. We are a widely diverse group, and after a year or two of struggle to get the mothers who did not speak English well into our group, we have succeeded.
Fridays now mean a prayer meeting with many different ethnic backgrounds and languages.
Some pray quietly. Some pray all at once. Some sing songs while another prays. Others just hum. Others walk the room shouting "Hallelujah!" Still others cry every time they pray. Others, I think, are a little uncomfortable with the tears. Some kneel. Some stand. Anywhere from four to ten different languages inhabit the room at one time.
It is fun. :)
I sat there today listening to the prayer ascending from many tongues and languages - all of us praying for our kids, for each other's kids, for our teachers, for the health and safety of those out on an activity that day. Some languages flow gently. Others have an unusual clicking noise as they speak. There are the guttural, the tonal, the variety. As I listened, the age old question of what language we will speak in heaven popped into my mind.
I know what I want.
I want to sit in heaven listening to the beauty of these different languages and cultures, but completely understanding them all.
(What is the typical style of praying in your culture group?)