When I say that this is a godless country, I do not mean it as an insult. I am not intoning anything else. Godless country. No public and free faiths or religions. Especially in an isolated region like here, most people have very little encounter with religions.
And so when I pulled out my dad's card to show my two nephews (adorable twins entering seventh grade), they got a bit confused. They had been excited to examine all the contents of my wallet, to go through the ID cards and paper bits, and to find that my dad's name card was in two laguages.
"Pastor?" They read the Chinese portion aloud. "He's a pastor?!" They asked again. Just like it is in English, the Chinese word for pastor has roots from the word 'pastoral.' Thus, making the connections in their own heads, they asked in a slightly disappointed voice, as if they had bigger hopes for Father, "Well, what does he herd, sheep or cattle?"
"No, no. A pastor takes care of people, not cattle."
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