
The bagel place my brother wanted to take me this morning wasn't open yet, and it was too early for the 8:15 service at his church, so we decided to swing by The Maryknoll Center, the headquarters of the Catholic Mission Society of America.
What most interested me about this was the extent of Chinese influence on the Center's architecture. The reason is simple -- the Society's early missionary efforts, around 1918, were directed toward China. Schools, orphanages, homes for the blind and aged, leprosariums, as well as churches, were early priorities. From the very beginning, the Maryknoll missionaries sought to develop an indigenous Catholic clergy. It was fascinating to look at international missions from a Roman Catholic perspective.
After our Maryknoll walk-around, we then headed for the service at Tom's church, St. Paul's on-the-Hill (yes, that's the actual name). And, before too much longer, we drove from Ossining to Manhattan so we could attend The Journey church. What a contrast! From liturgical service to Sunday morning rock; from an older congregation to a distinctly younger congregation.
My head is swimming with the goodness and grace of a God who inspires such diverse worship and ministry. So often, we wade in our own pool and call it the ocean, when we have not explored the wonders of the deep. "Oh, the depth of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable his judgments, and his paths beyond finding out" (Romans 11:33, NIV).
