I attended a Vietnamese mass in Toronto. They put regular Canadian Catholics to shame with their devotion. They dress nicely, sing enthusiastically, pray fervently and then stay around for an hour after Mass to socialize. I get weary of the pew potatoes who show up to Mass late, keep their coats on, and then head for the doors while walking back from Communion. We have grown soft and complacent in our Daith.
My 8 yr old son’s best buddy is Vietnamese. They go to Catholic school together although the family are Buddhist. The parents are immigrants. I am very honored that they trust us as much as they do. They work all the time so we end up bringing him home from school a lot. They have our son over for a sleepover and spoil him all weekend sometimes. Very generous people.
I haven’t yet told them that I spent several years exploring Buddhism before Jesus brought me home. Kind of a complicated conversation with the bit of a language barrier we have. ;)