After my previous ranting about doing church on vacation, I can officially call myself a hypocrite! We camped this weekend at an LDS church recreational property. While playing Saturday afternoon in a sports field, we were overrun by Asian men, young and old, playing a rowdy game of soccer.
Before they showed up, our group had nearly had the entire field to ourselves, and felt a little disgruntled about being unceremoniously shuffled to the side for their game. While this was all happening, we groused to each other about the other group, indulging in an easy “us vs. them” commentary. It was an awful thing, as I now look back on it. It is so easy to do with another language and culture.
Behind us, an older Asian lady walked up to observe the game. At this point, my wife struck up a conversation. Ironically, she had been more vocal to me than anyone in the previous sentiment. “Are you with all these guys?” she asked her. The lady spoke up in halting English and explained that the Korean branch got together each year for a big activity and any Korean speaker from up and down the Pacific coast who got word was invited to come camp and have a special sacrament meeting. She then proceeded to invite us to their camp meeting.
It was amazing how a little conversation like that melts away any animosity that may have existed. My wife and I share a love of different cultures and so it was a given that we would then take our children to experience an LDS camp sacrament meeting in Korean. I love explaining to my girls that they would not be able to understand what was being said in the meeting (like Korean is much different for 3 and 5 yr-olds in that regard), but that they should listen carefully for what was said in English. We then became the biggest advocates in our group of skipping the meeting at the branch in town and attending this meeting (in camp attire, no less).
The Sunday meeting was a lesson in sharing of culture in more ways than one. On the one hand we were partaking in a meeting with mostly Korean immigrants and their Americanized children. On the other hand, it was a strictly Mormon affair, replete with testimonies of Joseph Smith, and a distinctly American culture that would erase differences of country and ethnicity. It was truly a one-of-a-kind moment.
I did feel a little angst as I watched these Koreans express their faith in a God that only truly loves you if you believe in a small-time shyster who conned women into screwing him and this sometime megalomaniac who believed every word that came to his mind was directly from God’s mouth. I find it somewhat saddening that they lose some of their culture because they have faith in an American religion that was truly set up for 19th-century frontier Protestant Americans. Frankly, I was surprised there there that many Korean-American Mormons in the Pacific Northwest.
I will be eternally grateful to the lady who invited us to the meeting. When we showed up, she waved us in to be seated at the amphitheater and tenderly held my baby boy during the entire meeting. That was true Christianity.