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Please and thanks everyone!

It was the next to last day of my time in South Africa. I was one of ten students on that trip, an extension of our semester-long South African literature course. Three of us awoke that morning to go to church. We made our way through Cape Town and into St. George’s, a gothic masterpiece of a cathedral. The service was held in a small, ancillary chapel with seating for about forty attendees.
After a few minutes of waiting, and a reminder by a priest assisting with the service to silence our cell phones, Desmond Tutu appeared. He wasn’t a large man, but he commanded the room when he entered. The service, conducted in English, Afrikaans, and Xhosa, was breathtaking.
But it was Tutu himself that was most amazing. His humility was astounding. Here was a man awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for his work in ending Apartheid through mediation; who chaired the Truth and Reconciliation Committees that helped to draw the so-called ‘Rainbow Nation’ back together; and now he was milling about in a crowd of foreigners and locals shaking hands and greeting those who had come.
While I was raised in a church, I no longer consider myself religious – time does that. But even I, someone rarely effected by such things, was moved by witnessing Tutu. He was worldly, progressive, and humbling. And while I won’t say his service was enough to drive me back to the church, it did touch me in ways I never imagined.

[sanibella]

Please and thanks everyone!

It was the next to last day of my time in South Africa. I was one of ten students on that trip, an extension of our semester-long South African literature course. Three of us awoke that morning to go to church. We made our way through Cape Town and into St. George’s, a gothic masterpiece of a cathedral. The service was held in a small, ancillary chapel with seating for about forty attendees.
After a few minutes of waiting, and a reminder by a priest assisting with the service to silence our cell phones, Desmond Tutu appeared. He wasn’t a large man, but he commanded the room when he entered. The service, conducted in English, Afrikaans, and Xhosa, was breathtaking.
But it was Tutu himself that was most amazing. His humility was astounding. Here was a man awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for his work in ending Apartheid through mediation; who chaired the Truth and Reconciliation Committees that helped to draw the so-called ‘Rainbow Nation’ back together; and now he was milling about in a crowd of foreigners and locals shaking hands and greeting those who had come.
While I was raised in a church, I no longer consider myself religious – time does that. But even I, someone rarely effected by such things, was moved by witnessing Tutu. He was worldly, progressive, and humbling. And while I won’t say his service was enough to drive me back to the church, it did touch me in ways I never imagined.

Affected not effected. I don't know. You say that he touched you in ways you never imagined, but I don't really get what those ways were. Just the fact that he was humble? It is also unclear if he was the one who conducted the service.

[ypbravo]

Please and thanks everyone!

It was the next to last day of my time in South Africa. I was one of ten students on that trip, an extension of our semester-long South African literature course. Three of us awoke that morning to go to church. We made our way through Cape Town and into St. George’s, a gothic masterpiece of a cathedral. The service was held in a small, ancillary chapel with seating for about forty attendees.
After a few minutes of waiting, and a reminder by a priest assisting with the service to silence our cell phones, Desmond Tutu appeared. He wasn’t a large man, but he commanded the room when he entered. The service, conducted in English, Afrikaans, and Xhosa, was breathtaking.
But it was Tutu himself that was most amazing. His humility was astounding. Here was a man awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for his work in ending Apartheid through mediation; who chaired the Truth and Reconciliation Committees that helped to draw the so-called ‘Rainbow Nation’ back together; and now he was milling about in a crowd of foreigners and locals shaking hands and greeting those who had come.
While I was raised in a church, I no longer consider myself religious – time does that. But even I, someone rarely effected by such things, was moved by witnessing Tutu. He was worldly, progressive, and humbling. And while I won’t say his service was enough to drive me back to the church, it did touch me in ways I never imagined.

I really enjoy reading it, especially the vivid descriptions. Great job