The church we go to is organized so that you can look online and locate a church building and meeting time. We have used this site many times. Every time we move. Every time we go on vacation. We look it up and we go to the time that best suits us. Anyone is welcome to do the same because visitors are always welcome.
We have been to church on Palma, Spain. We took the bus and almost got lost but some other members of our church were on the bus. They helped us know where to go. The church was in the middle of a neighborhood. We were welcomed with open arms. I spoke enough Spanish to get by and Blake was fluent. But it didn’t matter. We still felt at home. The pattern was the same. Song, prayer, sacrament, talks. The Spirit there was the same, as well.
We went to church today in Dubuque, Iowa and shared a bench with a large family from the Marshall Islands. It was tucked away in a neighborhood and up a hill. A cute one year old Marshallese daughter was toddling around, waving and being adorable. The pattern was the same. Song, prayer, sacrament, talks. The Spirit there was the same, as well.
We have gone to church in Las Vegas, Idaho, Utah, Texas, Missouri, Pennsylvania, Connecticut, California and Iowa. The churches are on street corners, in the middle of neighborhoods, some old (ours the first building built in Iowa), some new (the ones in Las Vegas). The pattern was the same. Song, prayer, sacrament, talks. The spirit there was the same, as well.
I love that every time we move or go somewhere, we will be able to find our church. We will be able to find people who believe the same as we do. We have been able to teach our kids this same thing. That the church pattern is consistent no matter where you live, from Alaska to Australia, to the tiniest Marshall Island. And the Spirit is the same, as well.