Today's Sunday, and I did the usual thing that people in the south do. Went to church. As I predicted last Sunday, I went to the local Korean service.
Once there, the usual things happened. I guess that might not mean much to those who haven't been to a Korean service before, so here's the rundown:
1) Singing in Korean
2) Praying in Korean
This goes on for quite some time. On this occasion, the woman praying was so emotional that I didn't really need to understand what she was saying to detect how deeply she felt about it. Which is a little fortunate, since I didn't understand most of what she was saying anyway.
3) Preaching in Korean
It was about the greatest commandment. I got that much of it at least. Of course, I also had a Korean-English Bible to refer to.
4) Giving tithes and offerings
Since they weren't using Korean currency, I don't really feel honest adding "in Korean" here.
5) Stretching
No, not horizons, or credibility. Just stretching arms. Left, right, forward... Seriously, this was part of the service. I thought it was rather considerate, actually.
6) Ku ku pal pal i sam sa (definitely in Korean)
This is the 9988234 chant I described on my other blog.
7) Eating Korean food
Including:
steamed spinach
turnip kimchi
And lots of this
Best of all, I got to take a heaping plate of leftovers home! Three weeks from now, I won't have to depend upon church potlucks for my Korean fix. I'll be having it three meals a day. And that's some food for thought.
