I stayed in for Halloween last night. It was my first Halloween here and I wanted to experience it but for some reason felt like staying in. My mom and uncle even called to encourage me to go out for a bit. A lot of people ask if China celebrates Halloween and they do. It is not as big as the US but every club had a Halloween theme and I heard the parties were pretty crazy.
Last night, my buddy emailed me and asked if I wanted to go to Church tomorrow and I replied, YES I DO. Strangely enough, when I was checking my email the next morning, my other friend from SF emailed me to check out a popular foreigners only Church called Shanghai Community Fellowship. They were both talking about the same one. That was confirmation to me to check it out.
No words can explain what happened next. When I got to the Church, I found a seat in the last row on the left. As I saw down and looked up, I started crying uncontrollably for 30 minutes. I was slightly embarrassed as I was not sure what was going on. It seemed every song I heard and everything I saw made me cry. My buddy was not there yet as he was running late. I told him what happened afterwards and he said, “It means you found home.”
When thinking back on the situation, it did feel like I found home. I felt a sense of accomplishment bigger than anything else I felt in a long time. I did not have this feeling when I attended fellowship in SF or LA. I questioned myself; did God really bring me halfway across the world to experience this? And why Shanghai?
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