Yes, there are churches in China.
Actually, according to BBC, More people go to church on Sunday in China than in the whole of Europe. But that doesn’t take in account all of the tourists who spend their vacations taking pictures of fancy cathedrals.
Granted, the Chinese government might do some creative editing of the holy book, but for the most part, church is the same. The pews are uncomfortable, the bathrooms have a weird smell and the pastors usually scold you for being human.
Today’s message was on the missing eleventh commandment.
Thou shall be on time.
After giving a report on how much money last month’s offering fell short, the minister reported how many people were late for service last week, with a breakdown of how many were late per service.
It wasn’t just a few stragglers. It was in the hundreds.
The pastor wasn’t too happy.
Jeff and I just looked at each other, knowing that God was speaking to us that day.
What are we supposed to do–bring a tardy note? If so, who signs it and just who do we give it to at the door?
And, if we are tardy more than three times, do we have to stay after church and clean erasers?
I hope not.
But it was one sermon I will never forget.
I just wonder what they’ll speak about next week. Thou shall not wear bunny slippers and striped mini- skirts on a public bus?
I hope not. If so, all of China is lost.
What other things should be “thou shall nots” in China?