On April 16 2002, I went to a beautiful church called St. Cecilia.  It located in Beaverton, Oregon.  If I was to drive from my house to over there, that would take me 15 minutes or less.  I went to that church because one of my friends, Trinh Tuyet Nguyen from Portland Community College asked me to go. She had been asking me for a long time, but I never go. I thought that church is discriminate against me as Buddhism. Also I always had the feeling that church is not something that I can be respect or take it as my guild life.  Then when it comes to the assignment that Rebecca assign for us, so I decided to call Trinh up that I want to go to the church with her on Sunday.  She was so surprise when I told her that.
 

 At 9:50 a.m., Trinh and her family came to pick me up.  I dress up in a beautiful dress.  When we got there, I saw some people were communicating, some were having breakfast, and some were rushing to find the parking.  That was so many people there.  Trinh introduced me to her friends.  Then I started to like it little by little. People were nicely and friendly. About ten minutes later, we were walking into the church and step on the ale of a pretty floor.  Along the wall, people were painting pictures that could tell many stories.  The church ceremony (I think that was call) started. Everyone was quiet and rose up, and then there is one guy that wore a church gown walked toward the front of the room. He told us to sit down.  After that for awhile, he talks, talks and talks.  Then people were look at the book and singing. To me it was kind of entertaining. Then I crabbed a book in front of me (I think that was a bible).  I read and sing along with them.  What an interesting of my new adventure.
 

 At 11:00 a.m. the ceremony was ended.  We all have to break down and each go for there own.  For Trinh’s family and her friends stayed a little longer to chi chatting.  I made the good conversation with them too. I did not want to come back home, but then my mom called me because she wants me to go home.  She did not like when I go to the church too.  Church and Buddhist have some of different way of treating their people.
 

 When I went through this experience, I understand that we are living under one sky and on earth. So it is ok to believe in different things.  I know that going to the church and going to the temple it is keeping us from violating because we could just go there and listen to the advice and stories the church-god or Buddha tells us.