Got to love attending a church here in Canada, seriously, where the diversity of the members includes such a range of cultures and people from different countries and the church celebrates this.
I had arrived a bit late to church today but was greeted by the same overdose of smiles and hugs like usual.
Walking into my church always feels so good.
I sat down in the pew and took a glance around to see who was there. Everyone looked so beautiful. I had got into a conversation the other day about how there is beauty in everything and everyone and my friend had teased me about being almost like high on life. I am high on life. Life is good. It could be better but it so easily could be worse. "I could be still in Korea", I always say.
I now live in a country where I can just open my mouth, speak and be understood without having to translate what I want to say, explain the cultural context of what I want them to understand, or have to use honorifics or hold back. I feel so free to speak and so freely understood.
I don't want to disrespect Korea but it's not Canada.
And so as I sat there in the pew, I smiled at friends and fellow members, and took a mental note of the beauty in the service. Today's beauty was not only in the people that filled the pews but also in the moments of the service. I took a mental note of such experiences that I thought were very special, very beautiful.
- A professional opera singer visited from Ohio today and performed -- wow!!!
- The pastor asked one of our members to be escorted up to the front and we all sang "Happy Birthday". He is our oldest member; he turned 95.
- My pastor prayed in Italian.
- Our congregation said goodbye to a man who is returning to India to get married.
- We welcomed back to a newly engaged member who just returned from India.
- The man behind me complimented me on my Biblical scripture reference tattooed on my neck and then got all teary eyed talking to me about it.
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