Sunday Morning

   My first Sunday in Costa Rica was quite a surprise. The little village church is on the corner of two narrow streets. People walk to Church from all directions. There are no traffic jams because cars are few. A small parking lot takes care of all the cars. The church is full with young and old, men and women. Neighborhood dogs wander in and lie down in the center aisle. No one gives them a second look. Children walk around greeting members of their extended family. It is a much more casual community affair than in most North American churches.