Cornwall Street Anglican Church, Port Vila

This morning Judy and I went for a walk and on the way back I saw a shed that seemed to be set up with pews as if it were a church.  I looked inside and I could see an Anglican Mother’s Union banner.  It is less than a block away and I walked for half an hour to get to the Presbyterian Church I went to on Sunday.  Yet I had asked the staff at our hotel about an Anglican Church and they hadn’t seemed to know.  And would they have directed me to this very humble Anglican Church if they had known it was there?  Or was this one considered unacceptable for a Western visitor?  I decided that as our church is open for visitors, I would assume this one was too.  It had no door to keep us out.  This was the very simplest of worship spaces; still looking magnificent with Bird of Paradise and Heliconia flowers in large vases inside and a vine with yellow flowers growing over the roof.  Purple cloth lined the walls.  The dirt  floor was covered in tiny white stones or coral.  We went in and sat for a while in silent prayer.  Children came over and sat with us, but after a little while an adult called them away.  I wish I was still here this Sunday, to worship there.