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By Terrie Ellington
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On a "hot" sandy beach near Montego Bay Jamaica, under beaming rays of brilliant sunlight a gentle breeze blew, causing the waves of the ocean to lap gently on the shoreline at the Grand Palladium Resort as our daughter Angela exchanged her wedding vows.
The Pastor of a local church presided over the ceremony, and with a thick Jamaican accent indigenous to the locals, he proceeded to proclaim Christ, the church, and the sanctity of marriage with such conviction, beauty, and passion that I gleaned a greater appreciation for my own marriage as one that represents Christ’s relationship with the church.
When we thanked him for such a heartfelt ceremony, the Pastor invited us to his church off the resort and offered to send his church van to pick us up the next morning.
Several of us left the air conditioned comfort of the resort to go to his church the next morning. The very elegant modernized resort proved to be in vast contrast to the poverty stricken neighboring communities; including the church. There was no air conditioning; just fans, no windows; just holes in the wall covered by rickety shutters, no padded pews; just wooden benches, no closed doors; just open spaces to walk in and out of.
It was harvest Sunday, and it was the church’s tradition for all the members who were farmers to bring in fruits and vegetables to give to the poorer members of the congregation. The produce covered the floor at the front of the church; some laying directly on the floor and some in baskets. We were given fruit and veggies that we’d never seen or heard of to taste for free and then to purchase to take some back to the resort if we liked them.
We arrived in the middle of the Sunday school lesson, and we sat near the back of the church. After Sunday school, we were invited to sit up front on two rows that were reserved for us. Feeling special and loved, we gladly moved to the front.
Soon the choir began to march in singing as they held large notebooks with silver ring binders, with song lyrics inside. The congregation’s thick Jamaican dialect made understanding the song lyrics hard to at times, but there were a couple of songs by American artists that were recognizable by the music and we were able to sing along. It was a beautiful thing to witness and be a part of another race of people praising the same God thousands of miles away.
The text was given, and the Word of God was proclaimed in truth! Soon no thought was given to the sweat trickling down the middle of my back or the numbness of my butt on the hard wooden benches as I became absorbed in the sermonic message.
The only distraction from the service was a cameraman who kept getting in the way as he walked back and forth the entire length of the service taking pictures.
As the service drew to an end, the closing prayer was rendered, and we began to file out. Our exit was interrupted as the cameraman stopped us to show us photos of ourselves that were taken throughout the entire service. There were pics of us individually and collectively lifting our hands in praise and with our mouths gaped open as we sang songs of Zion. He had already captioned the pictures with the name of the church and its locale in Jamaica; a tourist’s dream souvenir.
The pics were beautiful with crisp clear images and a glossed finish. The quality of the photos and the expensive equipment used to produce them on site were a stark contrast to the impoverished rundown church.
I felt scammed and appreciative at the same time: appreciative for the opportunity to have an unexpected souvenir from my first time visit to a Jamaican church, and scammed because what we thought was only a genuine invitation to visit a church and be blessed by the Gospel message, turned out to be a money making scheme. Although there was no set charge, a monetary “donation” was required of us before we could get pics.
In foreign currency exchange, one American dollar was worth $112 Jamaican dollars and with three different offerings during the service, plus the picture and produce sales from unsuspecting tourists, this was quite a lucrative holy shenanigan.
Nevertheless, it was a beautiful experience and I still look at the pic and smile.
True story
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Unfortunately, the church is not as honored as it once was. My sister, who works in a church, got her purse stolen from her office.