Here is part one for real. It counts this time because I
finally made it to Indonesia, and I actually talked to other people from other
countries and other churches. Let’s see if I can remember everyone I talked to:
The Lutheran(s) from Sweden
The Presbyterian from India
The Salvation Army person from London
The Dominican Nun from Chicago (that’s a foreign country,
right?)
The Para-church Evangelical from North Carolina
The Methodist from Connecticut who works in NYC and (no big
surprise), knows the Reverend Dr. Donald Anderson.
I also talked to a man in a purple shirt, which I guess
means he is a bishop, and two other men dressed all in black. I’m told they are
also bishops. All three are from the Middle East (one from Egypt) – I’ll make
it a point to get to know them a little better in the week.
Tonight, very soon, we all are going to the Governor of
Sulawesi’s home for dinner. It will just be a cozy dinner of the Governor, his
family, and about 300 of us. I’ll say “hi” to him from all you Rhode Island fans
of Sulawesi.
So far the conversation is fairly superficial, which is to
be expected when people are just meeting. Maybe I’ll just start doing what I do
and pushing ideas, queries, and wonderings. If you see me running from a bunch
of angry bishops, Salvation Army chaps, Lutherans, and others on the news tomorrow
night, you’ll know why.
I only got to take a couple of pictures on the ride to the
convention center and the hotel. The area reminded me of La Romana in the
Dominican Republic – clearly not overwhelmed with riches. Poverty is
everywhere, and looks very similar everywhere you see it. The convention center
looks nothing like the neighborhood.
I’ll try take more and more pictures, but I don’t want
people to freak out and think I am a stalker… at least not yet anyway.
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