The world is too big for me to know of every continent, country, and city. I grew up in Hong Kong, a very fascinating city with many skyscrapers around. Since I was very young, I always longed for some experiences that allowed me to know the world more through visiting other countries. There were so many different life styles and cultures I wanted to learn. This thought was relentless in my mind throughout my whole life. Unfortunately, I couldn’t even see the sky because of all the tall constructions. I always wondered if they would swallow me. I thought I was very inadequate.
A few years ago, I decided to apply for a full-time missionary service. Certainly, going on a mission should not be regarded as a traveling opportunity, or a way to learn a new language. In fact, it is a labor of love. I did not have any speculation on where I would serve, but Heavenly Father gave me a huge surprise when I opened my mission call. I was assigned to labor in Utah, another continent across the ocean. I was overwhelming. I did not know if I could build up a good relationship with the people there because their culture was not the same as in Hong Kong at all. Nevertheless, it was still a great journey for me to get to know the people with different backgrounds.
In order to keep moving the missionary work forward, I needed to gain trust from the members. I wanted them to know me; I wanted them to know that I was willing to serve them. Whenever I saw the members, I seized any opportunity to introduce myself to them. They were excited to talk to me as well.
One Sunday morning, a middle-aged sister came and greeted me and my companion in church. She said, “Good morning, Elder Tang! Where are you from?” I replied, “Good morning, sister! I am from Hong Kong!” She was thrilled, “Oh really? How amazing! My son-in-law served in Japan!” I was very confused. I looked at my companion, Elder Mendenhall, he seemed confused too! Then I worried if it was because of my accent, she couldn’t hear the words “Hong Kong” very well. Then I repeated and smiled, “Yeah! I am from Hong Kong!” She immediately said, “I think he would love to meet with you! He loves the people there in Japan!” Then I felt something shaking behind me. Elder Mendenhall tried to hide from the sister and stay behind me because he could not really hold his laugh in. I didn’t know what to say. I was at a loss for words at that moment. I wanted to end the conversation with that sister, but I didn’t want to be flippant. Then I tried to act congenially. I said, “Yeah well, sister! I am from Hong Kong!” She replied with even more passion, “Do you miss home? Do you miss the food? My son-in-law loves the Japanese food so much! He wants to go back some day! Will you go back to Japan or do you want to stay here to study after you mission?” I felt the shake from Elder Mendenhall was getting stronger. Right before the laugh came out from his month, I said, “Okay, sister! Good luck with your son-in-law. I think we have to make a phone call to our investigator.” Elder Mendenhall and I walked outside the church building rapidly. I couldn’t stop him from laughing. I felt very embarrassed for my identity.
However, this type of rapports led me to have a similar experience over and over throughout my entire mission. I just needed to learn how to laugh about it. Different cultures cause some confusions sometime. Therefore, I gained even more desire to travel the world, because I wanted to tell the people about the place where I am from.