Sunday morning service was a combined service with Fijians, Indians and Europeans (I’m classified as a European because I’m white). At the beginning of the service, a group of Indian men started to sing and praise the Lord in their native tongue. I closed my eyes and was transported to heaven. I stood in the throne room and I could see all the nations singing high praises to Our Lord Each in their native tongues. It was such a sweet sound. A sound that resounds in my spirit.