Dancing for Jesus





This morning I had my first “Ghana church experience.” I have mentioned in previous posts that Ghana is a very “praise Jesus” country. It is written on store fronts..

And on cars…

Even boats…

Every Sunday morning, you can hear church bells or microphones and the voices of a distant congregation. After five months of living in Ghana,  I decided it was time to see for myself about what Jesus is up to in Ghana. (Note, I was raised Unitarian, it’s kinda like Christian Light, if religion was a soft drink, or beer for that matter.)

I attended a service in the village where my school is located. Rebecca, the woman who runs the school took me with her. The service was held in a smallish open room with cement floors, a corrugated metal roof and single ceiling fan.


As We took our seats, a woman on a microphone was singing to begin the offering that day. Almost every Ghanaian church I have  heard of takes offering as an opportunity to shake your booty. :) Women form a line and start dancing their way up to the collection plate. Some drop a few peswas (coins) and others pull out small cedis bills.

Then comes the real dancing. Oh my Lord, these women can shake it. There were also a few men present, but the group was majority female. I went along with it, joining in the celebration for God. After all, I feel pretty grateful for  my new found freedom and all the people who have been so supportive of me during this strenuous transition. So I got down for the sake of expressing gratitude for a higher power (be it Jesus, Allah, Goddess of Creation… whatever you want to call it)…


After the dancing and singing and what have you, a member of the congregation brought up her little baby to be baptized. Now, this sermon was completely in Twi, which I don’t understand much of, but I got the point.


After church, Rebecca and I met Matthew for lunch (because people always go for lunch after church, it is just what you do, right?) Sadly, today was Matthew’s last day in Ghana, as he flies back to Minnesota tonight. But he and I shared one last beer and reflected back on the last “intense” six weeks that he has been here.


So that is it. My official experience dancing for Jesus with the women of Medie!






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  1. DAVID MOITOZO says:

    Dear Cuz Sy,

    I attend a Catholic Church called Corpus Christi in my hometown where I’m an usher and the majority of parishioners are from Africa… I think perhaps even Ghana!? (They all dress up like that every Sunday and bring quite a vibrant faith to the church) I’m glad you enjoyed the service. Hope you are remaining safe as you pursue this exciting journal (I’m so in awe of your courage and chutzpah!) God bless & Shalom!

    Warmest regards,

    Cousin David

  2. Alicia says:

    Dear Sy,
    Hi beautiful young lady, many kisses and hugs to you, all the way from Louisville Kentucky our home sweet home.
    We are so proud of you. We enjoy very much that you share with us your sometimes very educational but strenuous journey and dancing in Ghana that you have been thru.
    We are looking forward to see more pictures and hopefully some time in the near future see you in California.

    With much love,
    Alicia (and Bertil)

    1. admin says:

      Thank you, Alicia and Bertil!

      I miss you both as well and am looking forward to seeing you when I return to the states.xoxo

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