Mama and Papa Abigail wearing their Saturday best and each with a bible in hand head off with Abigail and I towards the Seven Day Adventist church (which I heard from Marta has a different theme or audience preached to each week). When we got there we were greeted by the family’s friends and the pastor (who spoke English). The church is literally a large room filled with plastic white lawn chairs and looked about 400-500 people in there. I was the only light-skinned person (for lack of a more appropriate indicative term) and I was also starkly aware of this, but not fazed. I walked together with Mama and Papa Abigail towards the back left of the hall as the pastor was giving a sermon. The rest was a blur of sermon, song, choir singing, more preaching followed by choir again all in rapid French and some choppy English. I was a bit embarrassed when they asked “who only spoke English and needed a translator” and Mama Abigail pushed my left arm high up; I was the only one. A women sitting at the front wearing a beautiful patterned pencil dress willingly came to translate for me (I can’t remember her name to be honest) with her English bible. I found the message extremely choppy, maybe because of the translating, but it went from Moses and the burning bush to a metaphor about ex-smokers compared with new Christians; that there could be those who are fake in church but appears to do all the right things. I tried to stay as alert as possible, but he went from verses to verses all over the bible and the many different leaps took a lot of concentration. Nevertheless, the only stimulating part was when we broke off into different small groups (small as in maybe up to 50 people per group) depending on language preference. Papa Celesti pulled me towards the English group and went off to his group after. All the English speaking members stared at me and beckoned me to sit right in the centre of the cluster. It just did it; I was apparently one of 4 or 5 new comers that week in that group. The group leader went straight to business interpreting Romans 6- the law and Christ. There was some confusion and clarification but I felt the discussion to come to a clearer explanation. All in all, only a couple main people (men) spoke and I watched all the action while following along in my own bible and the guide book for that week’s bible study. Those who did speak had excellent English. One thing that was interesting to me was that after the group dispersed, no one really spoke or introduced themselves to me, this weird Asian girl in a village church. It was probably because there was a sermon after and that they probably weren’t sure if I would ever come back either. Sometimes I forget that others don’t know how long I am staying; but then again 3 months isn’t a lot either.