Caught the flight safely, flew safely. Watched Alice and Wonderland, If U Care (a HK movie :)) and some of Youth in Revolt. Slept, and slept some more.
I am tagged with a bright orange sticker that reads 5, sitting next to four of my team mates in the HK airport by the Starbucks. I have no idea what we're waiting for, but I don't mind the time to chill before our traveling begins again. Three flights down, a bus ride, ferry, and .8 mile walk left.
:) there are lots of Canon cameras here for my Rebel to be friends with. Ditto macs ha. Chacos and a skirt with pockets, a black shirt, scarf, and watch. It's my traveling outfit.
7/4/2010 1:44 am Well this post didn't load before we had to leave. I think the internet cut out. But all is well. After a bus ride, on which I slept, and a ferry, on which I fanatically snapped as many pictures as possible, we arrived on Chen Chaung island. We came out of the gates and onto a night market, separated into Camp China, Camp Vietnam, and Engage and started moving. Through an alley, up a hill, down a hill, up a hill, stopped for a rest, up a hill past a park, to Salesian house on Don Brusco street. We could smell the sea once we had climbed out of the town. I wanted to take a picture of everything. I didn't want to forget. My bag was a nasty brute to get up hill but the workout felt good after so much sitting. No huge impression of Hong Kong yet, I think the daylight will be revealing.
Salesian Retreat House. I know there is more to see still, it was so dark when we got here at midnight. The sea is close, many entryways are open air and it seems like there are courtyards everywhere. Lisa has been in Hong Kong for three weeks already and says it is really wonderful. We are rooming together in room 510. all of the doors have wooden frames, there is a cross hanging above Lisa's bed. And here is a new vocab word: shoilet. The toilet and shower are together in one room. It makes me wonder why they need toilet paper.
Well on that note I should give it up. I'm not tired but training starts tomorrow right after breakfast which is at 8:15am. One more vocab word to impart before I go: Watchcat.
Much love my brothers and sisters
Sinner called Saint
Emma
Still no internet just one very long post : ) Happy Fourth of July to everyone. No fireworks for me tonight, just training. CR and gender differences and E vs. I and J vs. P. Its all very good. This morning I woke up every two hours, 3, 5, and then 7 but it didn't bother me. I could see the huge elephant ear plant right outside the window to our balcony and I thought to myself "wow, this is real and I am the luckiest girl in the entire world" then I would see I had more time to sleep and be even more excited.
Today during a break we walked down to the town with James and took pictures. It was beautiful and very fun. I'm excited about our team; there are ten of us all together. We seem to be gelling well. Rachel is our team leader and I'm very excited to know her, she seems inside out beautiful. I think God is working to take away some insecurities. The bad things I see in myself can often get in the way of relationships but I think Christ is binding those things and I will pray that He continues to do so.
We began the training with worship and it was so refreshing. I felt close to God in a way I haven't for so long. There was one thing that really tripped me up though part way through the morning. Andy was talking about Cultural Relations and explained that in Asia same gender hand holding is the thing to do. As a man, he said, he is not comfortable with it still. There were some jokes made and everyone laughed really hard. I'm still trying to process through why it bothered me so much. I hate that two men holding hands is so foreign to Christians. I hate that being gay is a joke. I hate that if my Aunts were here and they heard and saw the way Christians reacted to same sex hand holding they would feel justified in hating Christians. I hate that any reference to Chik fil A is a crowd pleaser and the idea of Animal Rights is foreign. I want my secular lens demolished. I want the cynicism in my head to stop. I want to worship and hear prayers without imagining what non christians would say or think. I pray that Jesus will do this for me soon.
I'm afraid I sound whiney or sad but I really am not, I just want to call these things out in the open so they are not binding.
16-19 students. Lord help me tell my story. Lord diminish me.
Sinner called Saint
Emma
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