
In this Buddhist country, probably a good number of people would know that Christmas is the celebration of the birth of Jesus—but they wouldn’t know much about who Jesus is. And the greatly larger portion of the population would associate Christmas with Santa Claus and Father Christmas rather than with Jesus. Santa Clauses are everywhere. They sell things. Jesus is nowhere to be seen.
Some church groups get caught up in this cultural confusion. At the Catholic school where I have mass on Fridays, they contribute to the confusion with this nativity set to which a Christmas bear and Father Christmas have been invited. Maybe I should be satisfied that at least the manger is still empty.
Shortly after we occupied the house, the owner of the little village moved everyone out, tore down the two strips of one-room apartments and put up a three-story metal shed in which he set up a metal fabrication company. They made steel gates, doors, and railings and such–with a lot of banging and grinding.


At World Vision, we rent their hall and so have to set up for mass every week and decorate the room with banners, candles, etc. When Fr. Bob Wynne was here, he made sure that the seasons were kept distinct and arranged all the changes in colors, banners, etc. Now that he is gone, things sometimes go awry.







