I was deeply moved by the sense of community I saw amongst fellow believers in Cuba. Their unity and fellowship were extraordinary. It reminded me of the newly-instituted church in the book of Acts. 
To avoid Cuba’s midday heat, Sunday school takes place in the morning, and the Sunday worship service takes place later in the day. Nonetheless, through the noontime heat with a few fans on and couple of windows opened, I had the delight of teaching 80 energetic, inquiring youths. Then for the evening service, more than 300 people gathered again, all in their best outfits, ready to worship God. 
Most of us in the West who enjoy comfortable air-conditioned facilities and good transportation still do not come back to church twice on a Sunday to worship. I’ve had to reflect on my own level of devotion to the One who deserves all my worship. What am I willing to sacrifice? Am I just checking the box when the Sunday morning service ends? Can I rejoice with David saying, “Let us go to the house of the LORD” (Psalm 122:1)?