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Chinese Church

This past weekend my daughter and I visited a Chinese congregation in a nearby town. We'd been wanting to do this for a while and the timing was never right. The English service was set to start at 9:30 so we arrived about ten minutes early and went inside. Before entering the sanctuary we visited the bathroom.
I've since been told that this building used to house a Christian school and I suppose that those were the folks who painted the ladies bathroom to look like this:

  Is that not lovely? I melted when I saw it. What an excellent reminder for young women (and old ones...)

After finding a seat we were surprised that there weren't many people there. Right before the service began the white pastor came up to us and welcomed us, mentioning warning that they ask visitors to stand and introduce themselves. When the time came I stood and gave our names and where we were from. Soon we were greeted by almost every person in the room, which had filled up over time. People kept arriving for the service until 10:10 I'm not sure if they were late or were just early for the 10:45 Chinese service.

These were the warmest, friendliest people. We loved worshipping with them and want to go back.

Now for the part of the story that you're expecting. They had communion. The cups were filled almost to the top (my church fills halfway, which I am so thankful for because honestly, grape juice makes me gag). They ran out of cups and one lady across the aisle from me raised her hand in protest. The pastor said that they didn't have enough for everyone. I felt really bad. Like, here I was just visiting and she really wanted to take communion. I leaned over and gave her my cup. I then told my daughter we would share because there was enough in there for both of us. She handed it to me, I sipped and handed it back. Our hands collided and the juice spilled all over her brand new dress. I felt so bad. Told her to run to the bathroom and douse it with cold water. I waited until the service officially ended and then went straight to the bathroom to assist. 

We then quickly snuck out and left. I felt like we bolted. I wanted to explain and hope that they didn't think we were offended in any way.

We spent the rest of the afternoon shopping at Trader Joe's, Plato's Closet, had Thai for lunch, shopped downtown, checked out a Chinese grocery store, and then went to a friend's surprise 40th birthday party.

That was our weekend adventure. Did you do anything fun last weekend?  


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