A visit to Ethiopian Orthodox Tewahedo Kidane Meheret Church

While I'm sitting here hyperventilating over my impending court date (only two days away, but who's counting?), I thought I'd share my experience visiting one of our local Ethiopian churches with my friend, Abeba, who emigrated to the U.S from Ethiopia 16 years ago.

According to Abeba, the service begins at 8:00 a.m. with two hours of prayer, followed by an hour of Bible study. So she told me to arrive at 10:00. The first time I went, I had no idea what to expect. I walked up to the door and could hear a kind of sing-song-chanting as the service was being performed in Amharic. I peeked in the door and saw a sea of white robes! Uh oh!

Getting up my courage I slipped through the door eliciting only a few stares. I noticed that the men were on one side of the room and the women on the other. There were also piles of shoes at the doorway where everyone had removed them prior to entering. As I was a few minutes early I hoped that my friend had yet to arrive, would come in through the door, find me and all would be grand. This did not happen. As I watched, I noticed that several people had gone out a side door and returned with the white head coverings. I thought perhaps there were "extras" out in a hallway so went to explore. No such luck. As I wandered to and fro looking a bit lost, a nice young lady asked if she could help me. I told her I was looking for "Abeba with the twins" (she had told they would know who that was). Indeed, the girl knew exactly who I meant and took me to one of the ladies in the white robes. Ahhh! My friend!!!

I felt it gave me a small taste of what my children might feel coming to this country where they couldn't understand the language, didn't know the customs, and didn't know quite what to do or how to act. I think God gave me this experience so I could in a small way relate to that feeling.

The second time I visited, just last week, I asked Abeba if she could bring me a white scarf, the traditional "natela" to wear. This time when I arrived I was met by Abeba's cousin, Tsehai who fetched the natela that had been brought for me, and again found Abeba in the expanse of white -- I don't know how they do it! The church was packed as it was a special day for them, the anniversary of their founding. I arrived about 9:45. Between prayer and the "service" all of the the children file in for communion. It was so crowded we did not have a seat and were standing in the back. When the kids crowded in it was very crowded indeed! Rather than the 10 minutes or so communion took on my first visit, this one probably took 1/2 an hour! Then there is song and dance performed, which is wonderful with flags twirling and rhythms kept on large kettle drums. It's my favorite part! After the music, the pastor delivered an animated service with witty comments here and there, apparent by the laughter from the congregation. I would say that I didn't understand a word, but about halfway through he said a single sentence in English. Why he choose that one I don't know. And we should never complain about our protestant services going longer than the hour or ninety minutes they typically last. The service did not get over until 12:30! I stood watching and listening for almost three hours.

The long service was made all worthwhile by the delicious potluck style dinner which was served afterwards. Of course, once again it was packed. After a gracious woman offered to get a plate of food for me, I moved to sit with someone else I knew and wondered to myself if she would still be able to find me when she brought the food back. Silly me! I was the only white skin visible amongst every shade of caramel, tan, brown, and black. I was an easy target to pick out.

Finally about 2:00 p.m. I bid my good-byes, but only after being persuaded to take home a huge plate of leftover food. I hope to attend the church with my kids perhaps once a month or every other month after they are home. I'd go more often, but for one I don't understand the language and have a hard time using that time to learn more about God and deepen my relationship with Christ, and for two I love and adore my own home church. But I feel very welcome and appreciate having them in my and my kids' lives.