I'm sorry for blogging less and less lately. I have so many things I wanted to write about, but I felt too lazy to put my thoughts in writing. I also haven't been blog hopping and I know I have a lot of catching up to do. Blah!
Since I got back from China, I felt like I was running after time. In a few days, I'm leaving again. Oh boy...
Anyway, last September 1st, I was invited by my friend Manisha, to attend an Indian festival celebrating their Elephant god Ganesha at one of their fellow Hindu's condo unit in Guangzhou, China. I had two reasons why I agreed to go. First, I was curious about this so called festival and, second, I wanted to know how Indian food tasted like.
And so I went.
Spicy Thepla - Flat bread
Puri, Sabzi, Basmati Rice & Dal
Me, trying out the food...
I wonder, do they have anything that's not spicy? My tongue's burning! =)
I was also in a room full of Hindus. They chanted as they prayed... I think. I couldn't understand a word they're saying. Anyway, I took some photos to share with you.
The one in yellow, in front, is their priest
These are their gods. The one in the middle, in front, is Ganesha, the Elephant god.
Aside from trying out new food, I also met new friends.
Me & Diviana
Manisha & Diviana's Mom, Neeta
While we were there, a three year old boy from Egypt arrived at the hospital with his parents to have his neuroblastoma treated. Unfortunately, the doctors asked them to go back home after barely a week because the doctors cannot treat the boy anymore. The boy wasn't responding to the chemo.
When I learned about it, I went to their room and asked the boy's parents if I could pray for the boy. They didn't know that I was a Christian.
So, I went on and prayed. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I prayed because I really felt bad that his condition could no longer be treated.
Then, I asked for permission to bring the boy to the other room so my other Christian friend who happened to be a patient, too, can pray with me for the boy.
The father said okay, but on one condition: he didn't want a Christian praying for his son.
I was a bit shocked, but I agreed.
I brought the child to the other room to show my friend the little boy, but didn't tell my friend what my purpose for bringing the boy there was. Then, I brought the boy back to his parents and said "I didn't let my friend pray because she was a Christian."
I guess the father didn't know at first that I was a Christian, but realized that I was one after I prayed.
I felt so sorry for them because prayer could be the boy's only chance to get healed, but the father denied him this because he wouldn't allow a Christian to pray for his child.
Nonetheless, I will still include him in my prayers.
Back home, my family and I went to Zensho, a Japanese restaurant to celebrate my two nephews' birthdays. Andre celebrated his eighth birthday last September 1; Frederic turned seven last September 5.
Happy birthday, Andre & Fredric.
