I still have yet to find a church here in Kaohsiung, but I have had some interesting adventures during my attempts. Last weekend I was strolling down our street, just kind of exploring the area a little bit, when I noticed a street sign that had a cross on it. When I read the text, it said "Water of Life Christian Church," and there was an arrow pointing down the little road that's next to our apartment. I wandered down the road, looking for the address on the sign, and ended up going down another little lane and around the corner into an alley where I finally found the church. As I stood outside reading the sign with all the meeting times, a man pulled up on his bicycle and asked me what I was looking for. I asked if it was his church, and we got into a little conversation. He even drew me 2 little maps to get to 2 churches in the area that he said might have English services. Then his wife came out, and we ended up talking for a really long time, and they were really cute and wanted to be friends. Their names are Joseph and Sarah, and they told me that I should feel free to come over and visit them. I asked what was a good time to come over, and they said usually during the daytime, and then they told me that I should come over Sunday evening at 6 and they would take me out to dinner and I could bring a friend if I wanted. So nice!
The next day, I went exploring with my two little hand-drawn maps. I did lots of walking, and even found a nice little fruit market, which I meant to go to on my way home but then I forgot. Anyway, I found both churches, but neither of them seemed to have English services. Oh well. That evening, I meandered over at 6ish and we went out to dinner. The restaurant was far away, so we took scooters! I rode with their daughter Claire, and she went slow for me because it was my first time on a scooter. (Don't worry, Mommy, I wore a helmet!) Claire is 24 and we are totally pals; she's really fun. They also have a son who's a year older than me, but he said like 2 words the entire time we were at dinner. Aww, he is shy. Dinner was really hilarious, because there was sooo much food and since I was a guest they were pressuring me to eat everything, and I could barely keep up. There was one food that was sort of ice-cream-cone-esque, only the cone was made of seaweed and full of rice and cucumber and topped with fish eggs, and they said it is a special Japanese delicacy, and they only ordered one of them because they said that they had all had it before, but I just HAD to try one. Talk about pressure! I ate some of everything in the end, but I had to pace myself. Sarah kept offering me more food and hassling me about looking skinny...shades of my own mother! It was a really fun time, and Claire drove me home afterwards, and I was a lot less scared that time. They invited me to come to their Bible study some time, and Joseph said that if I have trouble understanding the language, they can talk slow and translate for me a little. My religious vocabulary in Chinese is very small. I realized when we prayed before dinner that it was the first time I had ever heard anyone pray in Chinese! I understood a pretty good amount of it, actually. Considering the lack of English-speaking churches in my area, I might have to start going to church in Chinese. That would be an intense vocabulary adventure. I really want a Chinese-English Bible...I wonder where I can find one.
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Hi Rebekah! Dale from Taipei here. Fun reading about your adventures! Kudos on getting out and meeting people so easily; sounds like you have no trouble making friends.
That idea about attending Chinese services is excellent! You may not grasp all of the language, but a lot of religion is the feeling, right? and it's wonderful practice.
Chinese-English Bible's are actually very common. You can nab one out of any hotel drawer, but that would be stealing. Just keep your eye out or ask any church. If you can't find one by orientation (next weekend) let me know and I'll slip you one I was given when we meet.
Cheers,
Dale
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