Jook

I felt it again today. An ache, a missing.

I guess I've been feeling it for awhile. This is Year Three of ministry, and the past two have been marked by long discussions of race, multi-ethnicity, humility, power-dynamics, and more. As some events in the evangelical world have eventually led to this letter (which surely deserves another post), I've been mulling thoughts about this Racial Journey in this racialized world. After two years, I know that this conversation is not easy. And yet still I walk into Year Three asking, how do I do this when I'm tired? How will I see your faithfulness when I am faithless? How do I continue to lay down my life but also find my voice again, and again, and again.

I am tired. I am the Chinese Girl living with two white housemates. Kind and fun, but definitely white women. Explaining mooncakes and rice porridge and feeling like every other day there's something new to share. Being asked if the snacks I got home are for sharing (I didn't offer, so, no). In the past, there was a joy to this, but there was also a long relationship what was being built with my then-roommate and good friend. These roommates do not quite feel like friends yet, so I just feel like the interesting girl who has things to talk about all the time. Sometimes it's fun but I'm feeling a little tired.

Sidenote - I am so grateful to be at my Chinese church, so unspeakably glad to have friends to go to dim sum with after church. Dear CAT friends, you have no idea how good and restful it is for my soul. To talk about stir fry and how little shrimp is in the chang fun (long noodles). To have my tea cup refilled, just like my soul is. To have two of you in six short months initiate wanting to support my ministry. And then to take a deep breath, and return to the day to day of loving and serving students who don't look like you.

I drove out to Wing Wah Supermarket today. I am getting over a cough and was making good ol' jook, but didn't have ginger, green onions, or cilantro. What the heck--I'm feeling good and I need to get out of the house, so I drove the 10 minutes to get to the closet Chinese supermarket (I'm glad it's not further). It's a small supermarket, significantly smaller than Ranch 99 or SF Market another 5-10 minutes away, and a little more expensive. But again I found myself wanting to walk up and down the aisles, listening to the familiar sounds of Mandarin and Cantonese filling my ears. This is as close to home as I'll get, I think cynically. This is what I do when I'm homesick: spend too long at Chinese supermarkets so the smells, tastes, sounds, and sights remind me that I belong somewhere.

At night I eat two bowls of jook. I smile to myself that my chicken jook is made with rotisserie chicken from Food Source, but hey, the best flavor is from the bones either way, right? I think that the ginger is totally worth it. I'm glad I know that plain jook may be rice and water, but add some ginger, green onions, and cilantro and it's soothing effect and delicious taste is exponentially increased. The sweetness of the ginger mixed in with the soft, watery rice porridge is comforting both to my throat and my heart.

I thought Sacramento was starting to feel like home, but I guess I'll have to give it even more time.