Chicken Fried Rice

Today, there is not much of consequence to report. Yesterday was a lazy kind of day, yet wonderful too in its own way. I went to church in the morning at the Box Forest Wesleyan Church right next door, which was a fairly interesting experience. The thing I was first surprised by, when I went into the church, was how old the congregation was. Out of a room of about thirty people, only about 5 of them were under the age of sixty. It would seem strange to me to pastor a congregation of such unilateral makeup. The Sunday that we visited, a lot of emphasis was put on the need for enthusiasm in worship, how important it is to get excited about God. The pastor did a very funny drama about a person who thought that all you had to do for church was show up, and not engage. What made it so amusing is the way he played the character as an unashamedly loud, obnoxious, stubborn kind of person, humorously unwilling to listen to reason or connect the dots. The other interesting aspect was that the sermon was not preached by Pastor Ian, but by a woman. I’m not quite sure who she was, if she was a member of the congregation or someone with a more specific office. But I was intrigued by the fact that they would allow someone besides the pastor to give the sermon, and by the fact that it was a woman. Sunday night was great. Me and three other girls in our house conspired to cook ourselves some chicken fried rice for dinner. It was pretty funny because they (with the exception of Thryn) didn’t really know how to cook, and so they ended up asking me about everything and deciding that I was going to teach them this semester, so that by the time they got home, they would know how to cook. I told them they would have to call me Sensai. But we had such a great time cooking together and then eating together, with lots of joking around and poking fun at each other. We ended up all cleaning up the kitchen while singing “The Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything” at the top of our lungs. This is the reason that I came to Australia, to have fun ALL THE TIME, but more than that, to build these new relationships and stretch beyond my comfort zone socially. The End.

(P.S.--Kathryn has brought it to my attention that the fact that none of my entries are broken by paragraph indentions is somewhat annoying. Well, in case you likewise are irritated by this, I would like to mention that I can't put indentions into this, if I indent in the posting it doesn't show up on the blog. Sorry. (Although, since as we've established, Kathryn is the only one who reads this blog, I guess it doesn't matter all that much...))