Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Would you like to see Malin dance?


Wednesday morning at 8:00 is hospital wide chapel.  Around half of the 600 person Kijabe manage to attend this weekly service which includes greetings, announcements, time of praise and worship, brief sermon, and prayer.
Annually each department is expected to organize chapel.  This morning it was the dental chapel.  For the past weeks we have not only been working on a song in Swahili (Sifea Bwana) but also a dance. 
Currently I am the only Masungu in Dental and also the only male.  But even more importantly, I'm also the only one who has no rhythm, can't shake his hips, and can't move his right arm and left arms independently.  As the chapel was approaching I was fearing how I could pull off this dancing and singing swahilli at the same time.  And of course where could a guy like me hide up there on stage. 
It was with great wisdom that at the last moment I volunteered to give the sermon and left the dancing and singing to Doreen, Winnie, Grace, Margaret, Caroline, Agnes, Millicent, & Naomi.  
Many were disappointed at dental last minute change of plans.  To see Malin dance is something that is never forgotten.  There is always next year...

3 comments:

Megan said...

I was hoping for a video! But maybe you could post a podcast of your sermon. We would love to hear what you have to say.

Laffing Dawg said...

I think, again, Malin that you are awfully brave to be a dentist admitting that he can't move his right arm and left arms independently :D

Would love to hear your sermon. Great thinking on that choice. You get points for that one.

God bless you each and every one.

Kathy in Bend

Anonymous said...

Your mother was hoping for a video too! How did your devotional go on One patient at a Time? I wanted to see you in the picture with all the employees. Dad and I still laugh when we think of you saying as the innkeeper in the Christmas pageant at church,"There is NO room at the inn. No room. No room." as you shook your finger. You seem to have lots of rhythm for sports. Atta boy! Mom