Church in Hong Kong

posted Aug 17, 2010, 12:33 AM by Charles Boling   [ updated Aug 17, 2010, 5:25 AM ]

Sunday 2010-08-15

We were up early in the morning to finish packing and dress for church. We left our luggage at the hotel and took the MTR to church. Thanks to Laura's instructions we found it pretty easily. It was in a large brick building, probably at least 15 stories tall, in one of the nicest sections of Hong Kong. It was near the waterfront, and not too far from where we were the night before. It was strange because the inside was decorated very similarly to church buildings in the United States. If you didn't think about it, the inside looked so much alike to any other church building that you wouldn't remember you were on the other side of the world! The temple decorations had an oriental flair, but the church didn't at all. There are many branches that meet in this building. The first was our's – Victoria first branch. It was about as big as our ward back home. It was an English speaking branch, as are most of them. This branch serves all those people who are in Hong Kong to teach English, families who have been transferred because of work and visitors. There were five or six visitors when we were there, including us. The family sitting behind us in Sacrament Meeting had 6 kids – wow! That was definite rarity. The mom, about my age, said that she would get stopped on the street so people could take pictures of them! They had just moved last week from Tennessee (job transfer). They were definite “Utah Stock” and their blond hair was quite out of place :-). Her kids ranged in ages from 3 months to 10 years. So there is someone as crazy as us :-). We spent a lot of time during the meeting watching their little ones.

The unit we attended met on the second floor in the chapel there, with Sunday school and Relief Society meeting in the chapel. Priesthood met on the sixth floor in a much smaller chapel.

After the meeting we had lunch in the kitchen from sandwich materials we brought. Michele was adventurous at the grocery store and bought what was called a “dragon fruit”. It was fairly bland tasting – kind of similar to a bland kiwi. The color was amazing though – BRIGHT fluorescent pink outside and white with tiny black seeds on the inside. We visited with the sisters in the kitchen who were also eating lunch. They were from the next branch – and had a what we considered a hard life. The entire unit (except for brought in priesthood leadership) was all Filipino women. Their families were all in the Philippines, but they were here themselves, working to support them. They were allowed to visit their children three times a year. They all worked as “domestic helpers” to the richer Hong Kong Chinese people.