It cooled off considerably last evening from the hundred degrees we had during the day. Nice for sleeping. When we woke this morning, it was raining. That meant less traffic headed for the beach when we headed to church at A Communidade Presbyteriana de Barra de Tijuca. It's a small building in a residential neighborhood.
People were friendly. Worship was lively with tunes I recognized from English. Actually, I found that disappointing; we need our friend Marcus Rodrigues writing more Brazilian praise music. But the preaching was good. Vicente, a once-and-future pastor, meets regularly in an accountability group with these and other pastors from the area and beyond.
I regretted as we left the crowded cafe where we lunched that I hadn't taken a picture of the table loaded with rice, farofa, French fries and grilled meat. Afterwards, it was home to naps and football American-style with Brazilian commentators--Vikings vs. Packers--the ultimate conflict of our home territory.
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