Here’s a good time for a point of explanation. The original purpose of us going to Vietnam was to accept the invitation by the government to interact with the Au Giang university students. As our trip leaders were planning, they realized that after this part of the trip was over, the possibility of a drop-off of purpose was likely so Steve and Miguel started to look into Cambodia. In addition to places of worship, they also planned to show us places where the Church is at work. I already mentioned the charismatic church but we also got to spend time with some excellent NGO’s that work for human rights and for fair trade.
The first one we went to was Hagar International whose mission is: “Our purpose is singular; we restore broken lives. We welcome the toughest of human conditions. We stay focused on the individual. And we do whatever it takes for as long as it takes to restore life in all its fullness.” Originally it was begun back in 1994 by a business man visiting from overseas whose heart broke for the women who were outcasted and neglected. Hence the name – Hagar. A few years ago, they realized that boys and men were also rejected and needed a place of belonging. One of the director of operations gave a powerful and moving presentation on what they do. Most powerful was the picture of a teen-age boy who was talented and neglected. Her part of the presentation finished with her saying that her and her husband took in the boy and he is their “new youngest”. Loved it.

This particular location was Hagar’s restaurant facility. Each day they put on an amazing lunch buffet, it was fantastic. The idea of the second chance is so powerful. We are accustomed to thinking that people who need a second chance are those that have committed a failure that they should have avoided but the more we listen to people’s stories, real stories, the more we see the evil tragic world that we inhabit and for some people, decisions are made for them that ruin their lives, shatter their dreams and pollute their future. I see places like Hagar the continued work of the Church – it gives people life – not just a trade, not just a career, not just a second chance, not just a religion but life (yes, it is connected to a couple faith communities now).
The next person we met at Hagar was Nathan. I mention him because he had so much energy and his story was so powerful. I am guessing he’s in his mid-late twenties. He said he moved out to California to chase his dot.com dream that failed. While there, he accepts Christ as his Savior and feels the call of God to move to Cambodia where soon after, this opportunity to work at Hagar emerged. It ended up that he had some restaurant manager experience and before he knew it, he was running the food-preparation program.
It was so interesting to hear him talk about some of the same issues we face. How do you balance between providing relief and proclaiming the Christian message? Where is the line between non-profit and ministry? He went on to say that you are always doing a bit of both, among other things, and I sat their chuckling thinking, “Hey he sounds like me! Hahah, that’s what I would have said. Wait, am I supposed to be serving in Cambodia”. Well it’s Montvale til I hear otherwise ☺
Once again, it’s people like Nathan, places like Hagar that is part of the new wave of missions and I was so grateful to see this part of the Kingdom at work.

International Justice Mission
How do you explain IJM? It’s like the Dark Knight but without vigilante justice because they actually went to law school, and that begin each work day in 30 minutes of prayer before fighting crime – specifically human trafficking. They have a small battalion of lawyers stationed world-wide, private investigators who work with police in catching traffickers, then their lawyers build cases against them in court, all the while rescuing young girls and women off the street. BAM! SLAM! WHAP! Holy Christian-crime-fighting Batman!” “Precisely Robin.”
I have been receiving IJM emails for a couple years now and have wanted to connect some of their initiatives with our Second Mile Ministry, maybe now is the time. To the approval of some,they are more blatantly a Christian mission organization and while there was a bit of discussion on how that limits them, it was also great to see an outspoken ministry (Hagar’s website describes themselves as Christian too – just fyi). Those who know me, know I love the work of such NGO’s like Invisible Children (a non-profit that is not overt about their Christian faith) but I also love IJM. This is all great, the harvest is plenty, the workers are few, you know I love to see Christ-followers in plurality.

I think the one of the most clear themes of this trip has been that when Christians are on the ground at work in churches, relief organizations, relationship building, and numerous other ways – great things happen. The Gospel is told, practiced, lived and proclaimed.

I’m writing this on the plane heading back to the States. We just left Frankfurt and I am looking forward to getting home. So far it’s been a decent flight, a little bit of turbulence but nothing alarming. If this gets posted, we obviously made it through just fine.

Just had a couple thoughts that I wanted to jot down before I not only forgot them but forget how they feel (which is often just as regretable).

– This really was an excellent trip and to think, I almost didn’t want to go. We’ve joked a bit about some of the planning elements and the slow trickle of information but back at the end of 2009, I was really considering filing for a trip variance and going to Amaharo in Kenya and head up to Uganda. I’ve been wanting to go, interested in the Amaharo gathering (annual gathering provides of mutual learning for African and non-African leaders that build disciple-making communities with an emphasis on justice and mercy) and it would have been cheaper. However, I knew I did not want to miss out on this time with my cohort and as the plans for this trip unfolded, I trusted our leaders.

Which brings me to Steve Kriss. Cool dude. In many ways, he is the right fit to lead this trip, part trip organizer, part professor, part normal guy, and part spiritual guide, his style really lends itself well. Also really glad that Miguel and Janel were able to come and share this time with us.

– Cohort 10. Wow – I am going to miss these people, even Billy. It did suck that KJ and Evan weren’t with us but just like we have had to move on without Tony, once again, we persevered. (inside joke here – Tony was only part of the program for one day.  His name still appears on our name cards and we’ve had a good time with that.  Tony, if you are reading this, we miss you ;-)  If I am being honest, I was really expecting some sort of huge blow-up culminating from 3 years of repressed anger and hurt. I began to understand why we didn’t have any battle royals on Tuesdays – we knew we could go home and let things settle and we had such a fun time teasing about other cohorts who didn’t get along, hee-hee), and I think that’s why our biggest debates were why Christopher really leaves early, who is the most sarcastic (my money is on Jen. Really), and the Designated Hitter rule. Tthroughout the trip, and their were some rough spots (and I don’t want to exaggerate) but not only did we really hold it together, we really did draw closer. Which leads me to believe that maybe Christians can get along. Are we really just the perfect fit of personalties, ages, and gifts or did we actually practice grace and love in community? Well, we still have one more debriefing on Tuesday and then there’s graduation …

– Lastly, I am really grateful for my family. I’m really excited to come home and seeing Susan and the boys. It’s only been two weeks and I know there are soldiers and missionaries (an odd pairing, wouldn’t you say?) that go much longer without seeing their loved ones and may grace and love fill their hearts. But I really can’t wait to see my family. I’m also grateful for my church, I’ve always have been. Though I know not everyone was on board with me going on this trip, there were so many that were really supportive, including our youth leaders and even my senior highers.  (Yeah I miss them but only the ones reading this can know that, tomorrow night, it’s back to business as usual – God loves you but your youth pastor is a bit disappointed ;-). It was also funny to see a youth group from CA in our lobby yesterday, I hope they have a great and fulfilling experience).   I admit that I am a bit surprised of the kindness that many have expressed to me and through Susan, and I really have been encouraged by that.

I hope to finish up my posts on our time in Cambodia, add some pictures and fix typos in previous posts and knock out my NT Wright study this week and maybe even blog about a couple of things in the current Neue magazine. Hope you are well.

A few years ago I tired applying the value of not criticizing someone else’s offering to the Lord.   Born out of worship wars between traditional, contemporary, ancient, and progressive, complicated by relationships that I cherish ranging from my parents to my students, and moved by own experiences in private and corporate worship.   Oh all that and processing the spirit of I Corinthians.

IMHO, I think for some, unity in diversity is a really cool thing to say, but not really something to take too seriously.  Otherwise, I think more would embrace the blessings of plurality.  I write that with blood on my hands because during the charismatic worship service, unity in diversity sounded a lot better when I picture worship when David Crowder  or my friends Glenn or Tim are leading (the quality is different but Crowder has been showing significant improvements over the years).

I won’t get into the what’s and why’s of what made me uncomfortable but rather mention a few positive aspects of the ministry.  One is that they are very community-minded towards the poor and suffering. They have numerous ministries geared towards that and I found that to be worthy in a community that had many needs. I  also appreciated the extra service that they put on for young people on Wednesday nights that exist in addition to their Saturday and Sunday services.  And from our time with one of the pastors, it really seems as though they genuinely care for people.  That may sound a bit odd, I mean, most churches intend on caring for people but I sensed that they were very connected and appreciated that.

The service probably had about 100 or so young people.  Loud, energetic music, air conditioning and  constant calls to pray stood out as most memorable to me.  Steve noted, similarly to our experience at our second mosque, there was always a call for prayer.   That seems to be one of the basic elements found in all faiths – the desire to connect to the One who is greater and not of this world.   Don’t get me wrong, because of Jesus, I am not a universalist, and I know the religions of the world argue on which deity, the attributes, the mission, etc., but I do believe the God who made the covenant with Abraham,  is the one our collective heart searches for.

Lastly, say what you want about the charismatic church movement (this coming from one with a lot of skepticism  in regards to how some express their sign gifts), one thing is for sure, this church is drawing people and many of them are being introduced to Jesus.  I don’t think that’s pragmatic, I think it’s a reflection of the Church culture in the Global South (see Phillip Jenkins if interested).   It was good for me to see that.

We attended two Christian worship services  on this trip. The first was a traditional state—registered Vietnamese church.  The service was pretty full, I estimated about 250 or so.  The sanctuary was split , projector screen (yep, PowerPoint is everywhere) of the stage, Eucharist in the center and the keyboardist and piano on the right. 

The day was pretty hot, the fans were on, running time for services are certainly longer than the 10:30 service that we are used to.  I think we attended the All-Morning Service. Anyway, that’s the context, here are some quick thoughts:

They had a special service commemorate the start of summer.  They were dedicating this season to the Lord and broke out the fine china.  Meaning the choir gave a couple of numbers.  I thought wow, we can barely get a choir together for Christmas, they got one for the beginning of summer! I’m not a big choir person (I don’t even watch Glee) but I thought that was interesting considering we in evangelical west seem to slow down our ministries for summer where we could use that time for study and renewal from the hectic pace the school year demands of us.

The message was on Mathew 5 salt and light and the pastor’s thesis was that Christianity is good for the community and they must serve the community and bear witness.  This makes especially good sense given their communist context. Miguel likened it to Tertullian arguing that Christianity was good for the Roman society.  Though we all didn’t see that way, I think Miguel makes a worthy point (besides a hesitation or two, I like the subversive nature of it).

There was singing, there was the Lord’s Supper, there were a couple of things I’m sure I missed and while we don’t know Vietnamese, we did join  in a couple of songs including the doxology.  Further, it’s when we are in a foreign language worship service that we “close those eyes” and worship with our other senses.  I did a good bit of reading Matthew and the Psalms, spent a good while praying quietly and I loved that the Lord’s Supper is understandable in any language – it’s universal, Jesus is for all people.

The inside jokes along the way  These are quotes said by or @ our team member.

Tom – “Hallelujah”

@Tim – “It took two Cambodians to carry your suitcase!”  (I’m sorry, I have like 5 NT Wright books in there.)

@Billy – You Look Wonderful Tonight

Brandon – “I threw my iPhone away for God.”

Jen – “OMG – you’re Chinese and speak good English!”

@Jon – “What is that – the maternity rain poncho?”

@Michael  – “Nice one, Michael.”

Joe – “Trip low”

@Christopher – “”You are still here?”

Denny – “Does anyone have my underwear?”

Wendy – “More Pho soup, please”

Jeremiah – “How much for that watch?”

Miguel – “I am a Moose.”

Janel – “Please pardon my husband.”

@Steve – “Where’s Steve Kriss?”

We entered Cambodia via boat down the Mekong River.   It’s always cool to get first impressions from a different angle than 3000 feet above (although that’s really cool too).   We shared the boat with a few other people, particularly an extended family group from Australia.  It was great to see our group adopt them into our games and a good bit of conversation was enjoyed.  I particularly enjoyed overhearing the exchange with Jay and one of the middle-aged gentlemen of their group. It was the classic, so what do you for a living? “I’m  a church pastor”, “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m drinking beer” Unnecessarily long discussion here that reminds of the beautiful hymn, “They will know we are Christians because we don’t drink beer (although many Christians do because as readers of the Bible, they recall Jesus turning the water to wine, Paul recommending wine for Timothy’s upset stomach and numerous other mentions.  Again, alcohol is not sinful, it’s the abuse that is sinful, idolatrous really.  Just like with anything that we submit our will to that is not the Holy Spirit).  Anyway, it only bugs me because that’s too often the first conversation after telling someone you are a pastor or a Christian.  The dream would be, “I’m a church pastor”. “Really, wow, I don’t go to a church but I love how you take care of the community.  Seriously, what would possess you people to make such large investments of time , finances, and energy?”,  “Well, it starts with Jesus …” 

Anyway, I digress but I mention that because this family group has become part of the trip.  They are about 12 of them consisting of about 5 adults and 7 young adults.  All blonde, sunburned, tattooed, and three of them have dreadlocks, so they pretty much look like my family, minus the father walking on the boat with a cooler of beer.  Everyone meets many people as they travel and of course and in 99% of the time, you never cross paths again. 

I was caught a bit off guard when I was walking through the Genocide Museum and walked into them.  It’s a quiet place and everyone walking through is obviously overtaken with the sheer depictions of  evil and pain but we still managed to exchange hellos.  A short while later, I was in a different building and bumped into one of the older adults, Mark.  I imagine he’s in his late 40’s/early 50’s, muscular build, balding, and a couple of tats on the biceps.  We traded some of the information we had and then he said to me, “This is my fourth time here and every time I come, I get so choked up.”   It was a nice conversation between strangers. 

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The other day, we had a few minutes to run through the Russian Market (still have not heard a rational explanation for the name.  Do Russians work it?  No.  Do the Russians own it? No.   Are these products a result of the Russian economy? No. Are these the left-over  exports?  They say so but I don’t think so …. )

Anyway, I have been looking for a couple of gifts that I can buy so that people can say thank you upon my return and thrown them in a closet afterwards and so far, I haven’t been that lucky.  I was looking really hard for Susan and the kids.  I saw some brand name clothes but that seemed a bit lame to go all the way to Cambodia and pick up a Hilfiger shirt.  As I was walking through, I heard some English, “Let’s see what they have over here”  and it was in real American English.  I turned and saw a mom, a grandmother, and a cute 7 year old girl.  Can you say – missionaries?

I turned and said hello and conveyed made my excitement to run into other Americans.  They were immediately conversational, very sweet,  which only added to the missionary theory.  I explained that I was looking for souvenirs for my young boys and her answer gave evidence to her knowledge of the market.  She told me where there were some cute puppets (turn by the Buddha statue on the end there …) and that’s when I was really sure because a non-missionary mom walking with her mom and daughter would have suggested the duty-free rum in the Singapore airport. 

I know I take a while to tell a story, I’m a bit tired here.  But I asked how long they were in Cambodia and she told me that she lived there.  “Oh wow, why?”  “Well, we are Christian missionaries.”   (I’m so prophetic).  “That’s great, I’m a pastor and I’m here with my seminary …”  (She’s probably thinking, “Yeah, I spotted you a mile away”).  Anyway, turns out they have been here for the last 7 years and the grandmother had been visiting.  This child was their oldest and the other three were born here.   We talked for a few minutes, wished each other well and I walked away encouraged for their work.  Every country needs mission work (including ours) and I was so grateful for this family.   

May the Spirit heal and move in Cambodia through many ways from the NGO’s that we are visiting tomorrow to the missionary families like these.

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Our guide in Cambodia is a charming Muslim woman that has become an unofficial member of our group.  She’s been great to us.  Like normal groups, she has taken us to the Killing Fields and such but there was a handful of places that we went to that were not on her regular itinerary, Hagar Missions, International Justice Mission, a Christian church (a charismatic one at that – and yes, I’ll try to post on that experience). 

It’s been interesting in seeing her reaction.  She took us to see one of the mosques and arranged a time with the imam.  She even brought us to meet her family in her home that was under renovation.  We were the first group to come into her home.  They told us the story of how her father escaped execution of the Khmer Rouge, sadly his brother and oldest daughter were not as fortunate. 

There have been a couple scenes that a couple of us have talked about.  She has expressed moments of emotion when coming to the mission presentations.  The one I caught was her tearing up when reading an International Justice Mission 6 page brochure written to trafficked women.  It said there’s hope for you – we can help and provided a number. 

From where I sat, that  was probably the most useful gospel tract I’ve seen.   We did not get a sense of any social justice being done by other religious groups (I’m sure some do though) , but in all the Christian ministries we visited, they articulated that the Gospel  of Jesus compels them to care for the suffering.  I’ll write more later of on that last part on the posts related to Hagar and IJM.

All is well, hope you are to – thanks for your prayers – see you next week.

I know this is a long post, feel  free to skip to the third paragraph if you don’t want to read the context (but the post was prayerfully therapeutic for me).

We grabbed lunch after our arrival to Cambodia and then headed out to the DC-Cam Center.  It’s an NGO with the purpose of remembering the genocide by documenting the myriad crimes and atrocities of the Khmer Rouge era and bringing those responsible to justice.

We received a thorough overview of the work and were took a tour.  In one room, they were converting all the data to microfilm and expressed that they will eventually upload it online for everyone to have access to.  They have staff dedicated to fundraising, a tech department, a team of writers that produce a lot of their own literature, books, brochures, magazines and they even have their own printing press. 

As we were climbing the stairs, a younger distinguished gentlemen  who asked us what kind of group we were.  We gave our introduction , we are a seminary,  religion students, yada, yada, and he said, “Religion students huh;  Let me tell you a story …”  He was sharp, well-spoken, had commanding attention and to summarize he basically said, “Religion in the face of genocide does not offer much.“  He gave us the horrific numbers (some estimate up two million people killed by the Khmer Rouge), he told us about the Cambodians’ suffering, he told us that his sister that was taken by them and we all understood why he was angry (as one who could not imagine if such a thing happened to my sister or bother, I grieve with him). 

He wanted justice and it seems very clear that he is channeling all his energy to that cause (we later found out that he is extremely influential, very accomplished, and is doing great work in light of the genocide).  He said that forgiveness to him was prosecution of those responsible for this atrocity.  And while he admitted that his mother was able to forgive  (and that she was religious), he was looking for something greater, something more.   Everyone wished we could have had a one-on-one conversation with him but this was not the time.  Our brother Tom, thanked him for sharing with us and offered his sympathies on our behalf.  We knew that this was no time for a one on twenty debate and that listening was the appropriate response.

Adding to the irony of it was a sizeable framed poster that hung on a wall to his right that was for an exhibit entitled, “Forgiveness and Reconciliation”.  Wendy asked him about that and he quickly dismissed it as just a theme for an exhibit and reminded us that forgiveness was seeing the guilty come to prosecution.  He used the example of Khieu Samphan (aka the Duch) who is the first of the infamous 5 to go to trial (the others are dead or in hiding).  As the story goes, he becomes a Christian after going into exile, confesses to his heinous crimes, is arrested, provides an enormous amount of information for prosecutors against the remaining Khmer generals  and asks for forgiveness from the countless Cambodians whose lives he destroyed.   I need to do a little more research into this but at first glance, it seems that his Christian conversion led him to take responsibility for his crimes.  (Sorry I have a poor internet connection and want to quickly post this so I can skype with my wife.  I may try to add links when I get back.  Til then, there’s Google).

One of the greatest truths one can gain from Christianity is the understanding of forgiveness. It is only when we as fallen, depraved people take responsibility for our evil actions, our sin, our brokenness that we can experience the beauty of God’s forgiveness  through the sacrificial work of Christ.  I find that to be an incredible feature to this complicated story but I would still feel this way even if Samphan remained Buddhist.

I wanted to ask the articulate gentlemen what he would do if the prosecution does not render a decision that meets his demands of justice?  Or worse, what if the tribunal acts unjustly?   This is not to say that Samphan should be acquitted because of his Christian conversion, that is certainly not my case at all (he is seeking release and may God give wisdom to this tribunal) but my only point is if God can forgive him, so can we.  Further, I am more interested in the fate of his soul and where he sits in our memory than the fate of his remaining years in this life. Whether he be found guilty or not, he can be forgiven.

Forgiveness is the path to freedom in many ways.  It liberates us from our depraved fate of being aliened from God, it allows the only possibility for reconciliation between those who we have committed evil against  and seeking forgiveness is the only response one can make to the Risen Christ who suffered for all of us so that we may be redeemed.   It’s in that light that religion can stand in the face of genocide.

I have had a couple thoughts swirling around since my last post but the past couple of days have not lent themselves to organize them.

Here’s a little bit:

On Saturday, we spent an incredible day in Long Xuyen. We visited another pagoda, this time a Cao Dai Temple. Cao Dai is a fairly new eastern religion that combines Buddhism, Confucianism, the teachings of Jesus, and meshes them together for what they call this new, third period of existence. You can read more here.

The first thing that stuck out at me is the structure in front of the pagoda that had numerous swastikas. I know they are everywhere in the East, from temples to farms and it is a symbol for Buddhism and “good fortune” but I haven’t been able to shake the connotation that I bring to it.

Inside the pagoda is extremely colorful. Of the ones we have seen, it was the most spacious, cleanest, most colorful and there was a picture of Jesus in it. His face sat third under Buddha and Confucius. Whether it be Islam or wherever, Jesus tends to pop up in various places and I have always found that interesting.

I wish I had more time to import and post pictures but I am a couple posts behind and time is not on my side (But I was able to read NT Wright’s Last Word on the 6 hour boat ride to Cambodia. It was pretty cool to see the countryside from that way).

As far as the practical things go, aside it from being extremely hot, I’ve been feeling fine. And for the most part, everyone else is too. We are eating a lot and often, walking quite a bit, and we haven’t had any real bad moments as a group (but the night is young … ;-)

I hope to post soon on our worship service at the Protestant church, the talent show at the school, more of the conversations that we had with the students and our first day in Cambodia.  Tomorrow we visit the Killing Fields Memorial amongst a number of other memorials.

Thanks for your thoughts and prayers, grace to you.

We spent yesterday driving to the An Giang University in Xuyen Long? It was about a 6 hour drive from Ho Chi Minh and like most developing countries, the road system is always a bit interesting. Our dorm room accomadations aren’t bad. Sort of like a 2 room, cabin-style double room with its own bathroom. The room s are bigger than our Ho Chi Minh hotels but mold is a bit of a problem here – so are mosquitos and geckos. We have nets for the mosquitos (and boots for the lizards – lol. JK – they’re great actually because they eat the mosquitos. Jeremy and I have been luring more of them into our room with granola bars, “Come eat the mosquitos. We have mold in the bathroom too.”)

Anyway, after we got a bit settled, we went out to eat with about 20 of the university students. As with most of these types of moments, the beginnings are always awkward and no one can say anything right, and you are looking around for the reset button. Then with the arrival of food, the miracle of actual conversation happens (trust me, it’s always after the food arrives, even back in the States).

A lot to say of course but here’s a couple of things I found interesting.

– They were all English majors. The thought of that in light of their parents’ war generation really intrigued me.

– It isn’t until you leave the States that you realize just how popular Brittany Spears and Taylor Swift really are. Back home, Taylor is cool, Brittany is uhh, well, you know. Here’s the thing though – if you were talking to someone 10 years younger than you from the other side of the world, which people would you both know? I know this is normal but I’m going to ask more of these types of questions in the next two days but I don’t think it’s a stretch for me to say that I do not know anyone from this part of the world. Jackie Chan and the “other guy” (Jet Li?). I think the only Asian person on my iPod was the dude from Hoobestank and that was so 2004. This really exposes a couple of things about being an American and I know we have the benefit of having a huge entertainmnet industry but it does make me wonder what it means when that’s the first name we come up with is Brittany (ahead of Obama, the Pope, and even Bono! Note that only one of these is American).

Much more to say but I need to run and it’s going to be a hot one. Today we are visited a pagoda temple here and taking in some other sights before our times of dialogue and tonight’s talent show.

Today, our objective was to observe how cosmopolitan the religious climate was in the 4 major world religions in Ho Chi Minh. So we went to a mosque, a Buddhist temple, then to a Hindu one, and lastly to a Catholic church.

The mosque was pretty small, quiet and I am not sure anyone showed up for morning prayers which is sort of a shame because I like the idea of gathering for prayer. The iman was welcoming and we tried to engage in conversation but unfortunately, our language barrier proved to be too much. I think what I liked most about the mosque was how conveniently it was situated in the neighborhood. It was accessible and that would prove to be one of the themes of the day.

Next we headed to a Buddhist temple. It had numerous shrines and rooms and landings with more shrines and rooms and while it wasn’t large enough to get lost in, it was pretty big. There was a lot to take in, a lot of aesthetics, statues, flashing lights, candles, motion, etc. While it was great to be there, I never got settled and felt distracted. The room that I liked the most was off to the left of the main hall. Aside from a ringing a bell when a worshipper would enter, pray, and “cross themselves” (I could never figure out what sign the hands actually made), that was the only room that I could find some stillness in. It turned out that room had what was called the 12 scenes of hell in it. I found that interesting for several reasons, it was the least visited room, the quietest and until i was told that, it was the room that I liked the most. Not sure what that means exactly but I did give a pray of confession and praised the Lord for forgivness and walked away appreciating that the Buddhists shared the idea of separation from God (from my vantage point).

After enjoying lunch at “The Saigon Lunch Lady” as featured by Anthony Bourdain, grabbing some iced coffee and catching our breath for a little bit, we set out to the Hindu temple. It was considerably smaller and simpler than the Buddhist temple and I also found those who worked there to be more hospitable to us obvious foreigners. We were offered incense sticks and a couple people employed and non-employed engaged us in conversation. One worshipper explained to Jay and I that all are welcomed to pray to whomeever. Jay said that he prayed to Jesus and she said that was great. She went on to explaion that when praying, you should use 8 or 16 sticks of incense. Feeling very comfortable, I grabbed 7 sticks (because that number has more significance for me), removed my shoes, and spent a considerable time lighting them (I admit, it was a bit anti-climactic – lol). After finally getting them lit appropriately (such a newbie), and identifying 3 stations, I prayed to my Lord and I must say, it did not feel odd at all. In fact, as I was praying, I felt the insense sitcks moving a bit and so I slowed down my breathing and tried to still my body hoping that the rest of me would be stilled. That was beautiful. I prayed in three’s (normal things like my family, my ministry and different aspects of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit – too awkward to really explain here). In leaving, i was grateful for that experience. I have prayed in the car, in movie theaters, in hospitals and have always sensed my God hearing those prayers, today did not feel any different. Also, I could not help but not think of Paul in Athens. So much more to say on that but I’m still processing.The last place we visited was this beautiful Catholic church. It was absolutely beautiful. It was in a nice part of the town and not only was it accessible but sitting on a city block by itself, it seemed dedicated. I have always loved the gothic architecture and all the stations inside such sanctuaries. It was quiet, dark, and very inviting for prayer and meditation. It was the perfect place to sit and reflect and converse with the Lord. I could not help but feel envious for not living in a city where this type of sanctuary was not available. Living next door to ours, I admit not feeling awed by the room (although it is a nice looking sanctuary for Proteastant churches built in the last 50 years but let’s face it, you just can’t compete with that gothic arhictecture). It’s probably part of the reason I almost always stop at St. Patricks Cathedral or the Grace Church (in the Village) in NYC.

Lastly, sitting in the church, I could not help but be grateful for all the different types of sanctuaries that God inhabits. It seemed very clear to me that the sign on the door could not keep His presence in or out and I found myself praying that all seeked would find. Jesus’ Gospel is for all and I was once again reminded from different angles of that essential truth today.

Tomorrow we go to Long Xuyen and begin our time of dialogue with the An Giang University students. Aside from the 6 hour bus ride, we are all pretty excited about this and these past two days of walking, observing and dialouging with each other has served us well. I think we are rested and prepared as we can be.