Me in a robe.
The Falam Baptist Church, a Frederick church of Christians from Burma, held an ordination service in our church last Saturday for their new pastor, San No Thuan (to my left in the picture.)
I agreed to help them set things up and run our soundboard.
Then they asked me to participate in the laying on of hands.
Which means I would have to wear a suit. On a Saturday. If it's Saturday and I'm wearing a suit, there's usually a body or a bride involved. This was serious.
Then they told me they wanted me to wear a robe.
I have to wear a suit and a robe?
I don't wear a robe in worship. Most Baptists don't.
Unless, apparently, you're from Burma.
I'll wear it occasionally when performing a wedding, but try to get out of it whenever I can. I wasn't even sure where my robe was.
It was a nice service, most of which I couldn't understand. But I was presented with a nice, handmade traditional Burmese book bag:
Yeah, I know it looks like a purse or a man-bag. Trust me, it's a book bag. It's their version of a briefcase. And they are hand-made--they even make the material themselves on looms. They do a lot themselves. Afterward there was a big meal featuring beef. Beef from a cow they owned, they slaughtered, they butchered, and they cooked. Right here in the U.S.A. What's more American than that?
Most Burmese are Buddhists; only 4% of Burmese people are Christian. These people are serious about their faith, and it did my heart good to join them in this special occasion.
Even if I had to wear a suit and a robe.
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