
Symbols, like words, have power
Welcome to my little but ever changing world. After graduating from seminary I went to Japan to serve, doing the same things as any Japanese pastor would do. At first I had a great deal of language and cultural training—and after they let me loose, I knew just enough Japanese to be, “dangerous.” However, little by little I was able to preach, teach, council, and do my pastor stuff just fine, I just didn’t look Japanese. Because I wasn’t Japanese, we all knew that I would only be welcomed into the Japanese circle to a certain point, I would always be known as ‘that’ foreigner. I worked hard on learning the language and respecting the culture and therefore I was respected and accepted.