On our first Sunday in Nicosia, we visited an English-speaking international church service. It’s housed at St. Paul’s Anglican Church, where several other denominations meet throughout the week. When you walk into this old, gray muddy stone building with its modest sized stained glass windows, it looked like any church building like the ones I had seen in Europe.
At first glance, it didn’t have all the glitz and glamour that you would find in some American churches: the well equipped praise team, central air-conditioning, fancy lighting, or beautifully designed stage and podium.
Church members used 1 x 2 inch yellow 3M sticky notes as name tags. The praise team had an acoustic guitar and keyboard with a few singers on the worship team. I watched them sing with joy and lift their hands with a sense of freedom that I don’t see too much at home. The music was the same music that I sang back in college, such as “Hungry” and “Heart of Worship.” People of every ethnicity and color slowly filled the pews. It was a place that truly demonstrated the word international church in every sense.