Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Sometimes cultural differences can be seen in odd dissonances. I'm busy with the three-monthly rush that our section of the church experiences to get the 'communion to the aged' done by the end of the quarter. These communions are done in the homes of the elderly and infirm and have a fair amount of formality to them. However, when the steward was opening a new bottle of grapejuice at one of the homes, the grapejuice fizzed out of the bottle and onto the table - which prompted an unprintable word from the steward. In my culture, that wouldn't fit with the occasion and with the formality, but to him it was nothing. But it made me feel a bit less stressed about always trying to fit in with the culture of the people I am working amongst - it is not as cut and dried as people sometimes think.