Category: Random

A Man with Two Homes

I have previously mentioned my status as a walking contradiction. Below is a journal entry that I wrote back in 2005 during a Christmas vacation to the States. I think about these types of things every time I visit here in the States:

Living in the Philippines has changed me—as if I am no longer fully American, but not Filipino either. I feel completely at ease in both places, but completely at home in neither. When I’m in the States I think about the relationships I have left on the other side of the globe. The same is true for my time spent in the Philippines. My emotional ties stretch across the globe, stretching me in the process.

I laugh at Filipinos when they use the word “cold,” and laugh at Americans when they use the word “traffic.”

I enjoy the ease at which I can drive down the country roads of my home town. I enjoy the ease at which I can make new friends in my beloved Philippines.

I do not understand how some Filipinos can buy a tiny packet of shampoo that has only one or two day’s use. I do not understand some Americans’ obsession with acquiring excess material wealth.

I am admirer, lover, and critic of both cultures. I am a man with two homes. It is both a blessing and a predicament.

Worship and Reverse Culture Shock


Confessions of a Recovering Anglo Worshipper

And David danced before the Lord with all his might, wearing a priestly garment. So David and all the people of Israel brought up the Ark of the Lord with shouts of joy and the blowing of rams’ horns.
-2nd Samuel 6:14-15

There’s an interesting phenomenon that can happen when you return to your country/culture of origin. It’s called “reverse culture shock”—feeling surprised or out of place in your own culture.

It has happened to me here in an unexpected place—church. I’ll give you some background that will help explain.

Filipinos have taught me a great deal about the joy of worship. They sing and praise God in a way that is visceral, passionate, uninhibited, and emotionally charged. Raising our hands, clapping, and dancing are quite common when we have church in Manila. We have a certain freedom of expression—we wear our hearts on our sleeves, so to speak.

Some of you may think that I’ve been sneaking off to a charismatic/Pentecostal church while in Manila. I haven’t—this before-mentioned worship style happens at many Baptist churches (I’ve experienced this at more than one congregation).

Apparently my Filipino brothers and sisters have influenced me even more than I imagined. Clapping and swaying in worship just come naturally to me now. I fit right in when I do this in the Philippines, but it is different here in the States. On more than one occasion I have looked around at my fellow Anglo worshippers to find that I’m the only one moving. Sometimes I think a church full of mannequins would show more expression that we whiteys do. This is not just an age or worship style issue—I have noticed this in some very young and contemporary worship settings.

Before any of my fellow Caucasians get upset with me, I want you to know that I used to be just as stiff in worship. I first learned to let go and be a little more expressive in my mid-twenties. Worshipping with Filipinos took me a step further, and I never intend to go back to my former mannequin ways. I’m beginning to learn how to drop my pride and just celebrate God’s presence. If I can learn this, anyone can.

Yes, and I am willing to look even more foolish than this, even to be humiliated in my own eyes! . . .
-2nd Samuel 6:22
(David’s response to his wife’s criticism of his “undignified” behavior)