The Opera Populaire

It felt like a nice homecoming when I went back to Grace Methodist Church yesterday. Some of the church members whom I am not as close to had noticed my absence these few months and asked where had I been. It is pretty amusing to be in a church of expats...some people visit for the duration they are in Jakarta and then leave, sometimes never to return. I do feel that I belong hehe.

Indonesian Chinese women seldom sport short hair, so when I turned up, some people almost did not recognise me! Alice thought I was a bule (Caucasian) or Korean from behind. Ashok said he was trying to tell his wife, Susan, that it was me when they drove from behind me but she could not recognise me.

We have new members from China! I went up to chat with them after service and, like most other church members, it was very interesting to find out about their background and why they end up in Jakarta. Hmm...if there is anything, I am getting more sociable, I think. I am also beginning to be thankful to God for His gift of language ability for me. It is a glue that gels friendship, open new doors of opportunities. Perhaps He has a plan even in that translator position I am starting next year.

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