Here is another little township story for you. It is about the church services in South Africa, which are totally different to those in Europe.
On a Sunday Spihwe (my hostsister in the township, her name means gift) and Betty took me to church, which was a beautiful and scary experience at the same time. At this point I have to say that my believe in God is not very strong but I have to admit that the following service really moved me in a way I cannot explain.
During the praying Spihwe just began singing a song and the others joined in. They sang and praised with such beautiful, strong voices and most of all they danced to it with passion.
The preaching was the most fascinating part. It began slow and quite. Only a few people were nodding to the message the prophet tried to bring to them. Then the first one started shouting out in agreement. Shortly after more joined in. They lifted up their hands and waved to the prophet. It got very loud as people jumped from their seats in passion and shouted to the preacher. They all looked as if they were in trance, their minds captured by the presence of their God. Suddenly a woman, lets call her Nomthandazo (meaning Prayer) screamed in agony. Her body bent and she fell on the floor. A man came and covered her small body with a red blanket; nobody else seemed to have noticed her fall. That is how caught up they were with their own God in their own minds.
Later, when everything was over and the fallen woman sitting safe on her chair again, Spihwe told me that Nomthandazo had been touched by God´s spirit.
Now I don´t say that I believe that Nomthandazo was touched by God but that her believe is so strong that she faints for her God really fascinated me.