......on the street. Am I in the Chinese barrio? Panic! Wait-those are firecrackers...I'm not bleeding. I'm still here. I laugh. I'm a broken, tired and blessed woman. Back to the sanctuary. A little longer, and we are done. Church is over and we are in the courtyard. People surround us with questions. There are children around us. We are touched and gathered around. We are in fellowship. A young woman approaches me and ask me my name. You should know that many Chinese and I mean MANY speak good English. In school they are given a "Western" name. Many are older names. I have heard Sally, Mary, Ruth and Nancy for instance. I have met countless of young Seminary students this week. When I told her my name, her jaw dropped. "ME TOO!", she exclaimed! OMG, I thought. I was just saying to myself that surely I'd never hear a student tell me we shared the same name. Funny God. Melissa wants a picture with me. I get one, too. What an experience. All in less than two hours. I feel better. Does God want us broken so that we are forced to look at ourselves and our surroundings? OR, does God want us whole so that we are physically and mentally well enough to look at ourselves and our surroundings? I'm not sure. I guess it depends on your definition of "broken" and "whole" is.
Below is a pic of my Chinese Counterpart Children and my friend Melissa. Sorry, no pic of me squatting. LOL!
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