I know you go to the mosque on friday. You know I go to church on sunday. I remember you told me you where in a church once and they did a lot of singing. This is true, many of our prayers are sung, for me it is easier to remember the words, I remember them when I hear the melody. I always think I can’t sing, but on sunday I can.
This service was not an easy one. This service was about the state the world is in and this is not good news.
This is what we sang, the song is called ‘this world’:
‘Our city that has become a desert, our dead unburried, Your beloved people chased and shot at like animals – this is what we have become, this world.’
(Whenever we address God the You in the text is written with a capital letter)