Showing posts with label Chinese. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chinese. Show all posts

Wednesday, 20 August 2014

Having Tea with China

By Edmund Lo, S.J.

Photo: Edmund Lo

I feel like I know you, yet I do not.

We share the same bloodline, but I was raised under colonial rule, for better and for worse.

I jokingly tell others that my Chinese friends think I am too western, whereas my western friends think I am very Chinese. This is who I am, but I want to know more about my roots. I am not a Sinophile, because I do not come to you as a foreigner; you are already a part of me. I just want to know you more. I have longed for such an opportunity, and it finally happened.

Tuesday, 6 March 2012

I.Not.Robot

By Edmund Lo, S.J. 


We Jesuits in studies all have ministry work on the side. For me, I teach RCIA (Rite of Christian Initiation of Adults, as preparation for the sacrament of Baptism) to Chinese refugees. In the Catholic tradition, there are many “bells and whistles” that are imbued with significance, but which may not seem important to those who don’t know the underlying meanings. If such a disconnect between actions and meanings exists, we become automatons. I decided to address this issue to my students.

But how on earth does one explain this dualistic fallacy in simple terms? And in Mandarin? Thanks be to God, I was able to come up with an analogy: robots, or ji xie ren. I encouraged my students to not be robots, to not mechanically and lifelessly bow to the altar or genuflect to the Tabernacle as if “this is what Catholics do”. Know what you are doing. But having the head knowledge is not enough: it needs to be incarnate. Know what you are doing, and do it like you mean it. This would help to alleviate the half-hearted curtsy to the Tabernacle, or the “half-bow-while-shifting-away-horizontally-because-I-am-in-a-rush” phenomenon. The Lord desires that we worship and revere Him not in body, nor in soul, but in body and soul. 


We all have our robotic moments, be it tending a toddler during mass, or saying a half-hearted “I love you” to loved ones while thinking about the hockey game. This Cartesian-like separation necessarily pulls us away from a reality that manifests itself in the here and now, in flesh and blood. One of the tell-tail signs is when we find ourselves saying “my heart is not in it”. While it may serve as a defensive mechanism for those who have been traumatized in various ways, one ultimately needs to live in an incarnate reality to be fully human.