First Generation

Yesterday, my friend Leo from school took me to his church in Beitou, northeast of where I live. It was a pretty rockin' place as there were only a few people there who were not teenagers. This was a Saturday afternoon and so I did not attend their service, but rather it was a reunion night as the church has just moved to it's current location after splitting off from another in an attempt to spread the faith. After a lot of introductions, a hip-hop dancing group, and a rock band performance, everyone split into different groups.
One group danced, another talked fashion tricks, and the other three taught piano, guitar, and drums with members of the rock band. I sat and talked with a man who had lived in Canada for a few years as a teenager.
Details of note:

• Less than 4% of Taiwanese are call themselves Christian
• The church I went to is on the twelth floor of a building, there is a McDonald's on the first
• Most, if not all, of the kids that go to that church are first generation Christians, which means that their parents do not believe as they do and may or may not approve
• The man who began this particular church studied in Virginia for a few years before returning to Taiwan.
  

Actually, one thing the Virginia man said sort of bothered me. Apparently, one of the groups is for practicing English, which isn't altogether a bad thing, but from where I was sitting he advertised it as a way to get closer to God by understanding "the perfect English of the Bible, with it's perfect grammar and perfect vocabulary." Last time I checked (on Wikipedia two minutes ago)(just kidding), God can speak any language and the Bible was originally translated from Hebrew and Greek anyway. Did you ever play "Whisper Down the Lane" or "Telephone"?

So, I'll probably go to a service someday soon. Leo wants me to teach him some hymns.