Homeward Bound
It is now 11:02AM Hong Kong time, and the "Gang of 15"--now 14, minus Alan Cook, who is traveling to Cambodia--is dispersed throughout the airport terminals looking for last-minute buys & quick "fixes." Hard to imagine that our journey together had begun 14 days ago--seems like it's been ages, and a few are heard saying, "It's absolutely fine to not have me seated with the rest of the group on the plane, please..."
What could be said of our last day in Vietnam? An early start at 6:00AM, with one last look at the calm, gray waters of the beach of Nha Trang, drooping palm trees, and rhythmic Tai Chi movements of early risers ... A painfully long and bumpy ride up a luscious scenic route up to the highlands of Da Lat ... A much-welcomed stop in Bao Loc Province, where fine tea & coffee were hastily purchased and lunch tiredly consumed ... An impromptu u-turn for an unplanned "pilgrimmage" walk through the church grounds of "Giao Xu Quang Thuan" in Tan Son, a Catholic parish built to resemble a Chinese pagoda, evidence of post-Vatican II's inculturation efforts in the context of Vietnam ... Reflective discussions; off-key renditions of favorite hymns, "hillbilly" and "Nam"-era songs which mark the generational differences of this bunch of delirious travelers; & made-up group games ensued as the bus ride continued--we thought we would never see the limits of Ho Chi Minh City ... Finally, arrival at 7:30PM at Que Huong restaurant to meet with a group of local pastors and theology students in the city for hurried dinner and conversation, which ended with each member of this group being presented with a small memento by which to remember Vietnam.
What have we learned? What do we take away? What does the context demand of us? In what ways will we never remain the same? There is much to take in, but communion on the beach the night before last in Nha Trang reminded us that we had been treading on holy ground all this time--from SFO to HK, to Singapore, Malaysia, and Vietnam. Holy encounters, holy conversations, all leaving us in a disorienting state of "holy ambiguity" (in the expression of Prof. Fumitaka Matsuoka), though a state to embrace and for which to give thanks.
May this 15th day not be the end of an "immersion trip," but rather the beginning of a long-lasting journey of mutual learning, friendship, and bold actions.
- malt
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