Eight days ago I was at church in Guatemala. Our host, Lauren, brought us to a large church that she sometimes attends called, Casa De Dios. She brought us here because they specifically offer Spanish to English translation services.
Now, when it comes to my Spanish skills, I would say I am better than the average gringa. I am not fluent, but I took two courses in high school, two in college, I downloaded the duo lingo app, and have a Mexican uncle. (That earns me a couple of points, right?) I can understand most of what is spoken to me and, if the person has enough patience, I can typically reply back with something that makes sense. As long as I can slow down the conversation, I can get there.
So we arrive and this church and it is beautiful. It was actually much nicer in many ways than my newly renovated American church. The volunteers were amazing. Everyone was warm, friendly, and hospitable. We had several volunteer ladies help us get our translation ear pieces set up, and an usher walked us to our seats.
Church started with worship, which was wonderful. I had the lyrics on the screen, which helped me translate everything. Then it was time for the message. Now, I started with the ear piece in my handbag. I could greet people and do worship fine without it. Once the pastor started speaking it was all over. He spoke so quickly, I was totally lost. I put in the ear piece and the lady told us in English what being said. Since it was a spontaneous translation, we kept hearing the congregation laugh or repeat after the pastor several seconds before we got the joke or knew what we should have repeated. I found myself getting frustrated with the ear piece. When it came to the prayer time, I just took it out and decided to try my best in Spanish.
Eight days ago, I finally got it. I attend a multi-cultural church and we do many things to encourage folks from anywhere in the world to feel welcome, but we are English speaking. After this day, I finally felt how so many of our new church attendees feel. Here they are in a different country with different customs and a new language. They have learned quite a bit of the language. They are able to order at a restaurant or buy groceries with no problem but a sermon is a whole other challenge. I now get it. There are a number of things you can do to assist folks but at the very least every single one of us needs to have extra love and compassion for our brothers and sisters who feel led to attend a church that is English speaking when English is not their primary language. Their desire to be part of your congregation is a gift to you and, in some ways, a sacrifice to them. It’s hard work to always be translating in your mind…or trying to congregate a verb correctly. It will be work until it becomes natural to them and who knows how long that will take? So until them, be filled with grace and appreciation.