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Eastern Religion - Buddhist temple of Chino Hills
This morning I took a trip to the Buddhist temple of Chino Hills. I visited the temple last week and spoke to a Monk who was wandering the grounds. He told me of this Sunday service and that they began at 11am, but to arrive early. 10:45am, I pulled into an empty parking lot. I looked around, worried, wondering if I had the date or time wrong. I got out of my car and walked up a small hill to what I thought was the room the service was held in.

I didn’t see anybody. So I continued up the hill, past a tree and rounded the corner.

Making my way around the curve I peered downhill to see a few people sitting at picnic tables and a monk cooking outside. I made my way over to one of the men and asked him if there was a service taking place at 11. He said yes and we chatted a bit. Mostly everyone I came in contact with spoke broken English, but I was still able to get the gist of everything they were saying. He pointed me in the direction of the kitchen and told me to talk to somebody in there about the service. He told me to make myself at home, and that when the service was done, I could “stay, and eat noodle.”

I walked into a small room. It smelled of rice and chicken and there were about 4 women frantically preparing food. One woman saw me eyeballing the table settings and said to me “it’s for the monks.” The food looked and smelled incredible and I found myself at this time wanting to be a monk, for the food, if nothing else. A woman escorted me to the room next door. Noticing that the woman and monk inside were barefoot, I asked her if I should take off my shoes. She told me to leave them by the door and escorted me over to a couch towards the front of the room. “You will sit here, the monk will sit here”, she said, pointing to the couch and then to a chair on my right. I took my seat and the monk took his. He was an older man, maybe in his 80s. He had a friendly face and fuzzy head. His teeth pointed out in all directions when he spoke and his English was hard to understand. I asked him what the service was going to be like today. He said that it would be a short meditation conducted completely in Thai. Then he joked, “Learn Thai, then come back.” He chuckled. I smiled. Without asking anything, the Monk then talked to me about bad and good thoughts. He pointed at me and with a smile said, “Purify your mind.” He asked me where I lived and I told him that I lived right up the street, almost my entire life. “Ahh, hometown,” he said with a grin. I was glad he had a sense of humor, it really put me at ease and my nervousness about being in this foreign place alone, was slowly vanishing.
His face then looked like a lightbulb had gone off in his brain. He told me he had a book for me and jumped up to go get it. He returned, handed it to me and said, “It is a gift. Read it and come back with a vision.”

I thanked him for the book and asked him who the people were in the pictures on the walls. He eagerly jumped up from his seat again and scurried over to the wall. Most of them, he said, were “dead and gone”. He pointed to each one and told me that one was a prince, one was the founder of this temple and one was very ill. He sat with me again. I let him know that I was there for school, so I would be taking notes throughout the service and asked if it would be all right that I take pictures. He said “of course”, got up and walked to the front of the room. He took his place, sitting down, in front of a microphone. Five or six people made their way to the middle of the room and began lighting incense and bowing before several different statues.

They lit candles and burned incense. The monk said something in Thai and interrupted himself in English, with a chuckle and said “first come, first serve.” The people laughed and continued their ritual. They knelt and repeated the monk’s chanting, bowing every so often. More people trickled in as the service went on, until the room had around 15-20 occupants. We were told to get up and make our way to the kitchen for a bowl of rice. When we returned there were two monks with three big, empty bowls placed before them. Everyone got on their knees in a line and made their way to the bowls. The monks chanted while a spoon full of rice was placed into each of the bowls by the congregation.

Some bowed when they were finished. Some touched their empty bowls to their heads. Some place their palms on the ground. Everyone took their seats while the monks continued chanting. The two chanted in complete unison, nonstop for about ten minutes. The congregation began repeating what the monks were saying. This continued for a while. Some people had their eyes closed, some sat with their palms touching, everyone was chanting.

Then a few people brought gifts to the monks and placed them at their feet. They bowed and returned to their seats. The monks covered the bowls of rice and carried them out of the room.
Another monk, whom I had not seen yet, entered the room and placed multi-colored mats on the floor. They were blue, green and pink with different colored lace around the edges. Those who wanted to meditate took their place on the floor with the monk and the chanting and bowing began.

About 10 minutes later I realized, much to my disappointment, that I had to leave to pick up my son from the babysitter. I quietly made my way to the doorway, slipped on my shoes and decided to take a different way to the parking lot than the path I had originally taken. I was glad I did because it gave me a chance to view more of the property.



Overall, this was a great experience. It was very peaceful and everyone was extremely hospitable and kind. I would like to return to one of their services in English, but was not disappointed at all in the Thai service. Although nothing I heard today was in my language, the message of Buddhism was still conveyed through the actions and expressions of the people I came in contact with.
Western Religion - Islamic Center of Claremont (6/24/2005)
“Assalamu alaikum.” I smiled at her because I had no idea what she was saying. She smiled back and asked, “How are you doing?” I felt a little embarrassed. “I’m great, thank you,” I replied. I explained to her that I was visiting their prayer service for class and she looked pleased. She told me it would start in about ten minutes (8:05pm), and led me around the back of the building. I was informed to take off my shoes and place them in a cubby. Then I followed her through a door that read “ladies" into a very small, very humble, white room with green carpet and was directed to an empty spot near the rear. I sat on the floor among 6 or 7 other women. They looked just how I imagined they would; long skirts or dresses with long sleeves, barefeet, and head coverings that covered not only their hair, but their ears and necks as well. A woman with a notebook got up from her seat and approached me. She said “Assalamu alaikum” to me and I inquired about the meaning. She told me that its translation was “Peace be upon you” and that was their way of greeting each other, instead of a “Hi” or “How are you?”
She explained to me that the men and women met in separate rooms, prayed in separate rooms and listened to the lecture in separate rooms. She said that God wanted them divided for the women’s protection. There is a lot of bowing and kneeling during the prayers and the men shouldn’t be behind the women looking at them. She told me that if there ever is a time when they must pray without being divided, that the women must pray behind the men. I was told that shortly the Imam would call us to prayer and they would pray the "Fard" (obligation) prayer. This prayer is prayed 5 times a day and if it is not then, I was told, there will be “punishment in the hereafter.” After the group prayer, individuals may pray an extra prayer called the “Sunnah” or “Nafila”. This prayer is prayed for “extra points”, say if you have sinned and need to erase your mistakes. She told me “Muhammad (peace be upon him), did this” and that they do what he taught. I noticed that, in conversation, whenever the name of Muhammad was spoken, it was directly followed by “peace be upon him.” It also showed up on pamphlets that I was given later by some of the girls in the youth group. She said that some people take notes throughout the lecture and that she would be giving a lecture later, to the youth group upstairs.
Throughout our conversation, more women began showing up. They hugged and laughed and all seemed to be very close. The woman I was talking to explained to me that everyone was very close because they come from different countries and they act as a family.
I also got the chance to speak to a woman, right before we were called to pray, who had recently converted to Islam. She was born in Mexico and raised Catholic. She converted from Catholicism, after 14 years, to Christianity and remained a Christian for another 14 years before converting to Islam three months ago. She briefly explained to me why she rejected the other two religions and that she had settled in Islam because it made her 100 percent happy, while the others always left a bad taste in her mouth (i.e. the fact that the Christian church always pestered her for money). When a man’s voice came over the loudspeaker, we shuffled into the next room. It was a simple white room with red and green carpet and a large red curtain hung in the middle of the room, separating us from the men on the other side. I was given a chair to sit on towards the back of the room. The women stood in front of me and a man prayed (almost sang) loudly in Arabic. Occasionally, the women would get on their knees and place their foreheads on the ground. A woman came and sat next to me. She spoke little English, but explained to me that the women must stand while they pray, unless they are too weak to stand, or pregnant. She also explained to me that she was unable to pray because she was on her period (I inquired about this later. I was told that to pray you must be extremely clean. One must wash their hands, arms and face before praying. If a woman is on her period she is considered "dirty" and is allowed to pray when her cycle is finished). She handed me the Qur’an with the original Arabic and an English translation and told me I could follow along with the prayer. When the Fard was finished, some ladies sat down, while others engaged in their Sunnah prayer.
I was handed a headset and told that the lecture would begin in a few minutes. My headset would provide an English translation done by a man on the other side of the curtain. The recent convert also was handed a headset, and she helped me with mine to make sure it worked correctly. The lecture began and the headset was extremely nice to have. The Imam talked of the prophets and about doing good deeds. When he spoke of Muhammad, all of the women around me nodded their heads to agree.
Overall, this was a fascinating experience and I met some really friendly people. Everyone was so incredibly helpful and I learned things from this service that I didn’t read in Huston Smith’s book. I really had no idea what this service was going to be like, even after reading up on it. It gave me great insight into what Islam and its followers are all about.
Appendix:
Before I visited the mosque, I told some friends and family about my plans. I got the same response from all of them; "Make sure you are very respectful". Of course I was going to be respectful, but I started to get nervous and wonder why everyone was trying to make sure that I didn't upset anyone at the mosque. I entered the mosque terrified of doing something wrong. I had a picture in my mind of what it would be like; very solemn and serious, boring, traditional and the like. BUT I was blown away when the room of women, grown women, that I was seated amongest, were acting like teenagers. They all hugged and laughed, seemed very relaxed and eager to talk to me and eachother. They got our their cell phones and made calls, they giggled and made jokes. . . It was NOTHING like I had expected. So today, while thinking back on my experience I made the assumption that MAYBE they acted that way because the men weren't around. This was a time for them to get together and just be girls. Without worrying about their husbands, or society, thinking ill of them. Lucky for me I work with a Muslim girl and tonight (6/25) I approached her with my querie. I said that although I have nothing to compare it to, it seemed that their behavior was way different than how I pictured Muslim women to act. When I was finished she asked me this question, "Well, were there any men around?" My assumption was correct. I look back now and smile when I think of all those women having a great time and just being themselves for a few hours amongst friends.
This morning I took a trip to the Buddhist temple of Chino Hills. I visited the temple last week and spoke to a Monk who was wandering the grounds. He told me of this Sunday service and that they began at 11am, but to arrive early. 10:45am, I pulled into an empty parking lot. I looked around, worried, wondering if I had the date or time wrong. I got out of my car and walked up a small hill to what I thought was the room the service was held in.

I didn’t see anybody. So I continued up the hill, past a tree and rounded the corner.

Making my way around the curve I peered downhill to see a few people sitting at picnic tables and a monk cooking outside. I made my way over to one of the men and asked him if there was a service taking place at 11. He said yes and we chatted a bit. Mostly everyone I came in contact with spoke broken English, but I was still able to get the gist of everything they were saying. He pointed me in the direction of the kitchen and told me to talk to somebody in there about the service. He told me to make myself at home, and that when the service was done, I could “stay, and eat noodle.”

I walked into a small room. It smelled of rice and chicken and there were about 4 women frantically preparing food. One woman saw me eyeballing the table settings and said to me “it’s for the monks.” The food looked and smelled incredible and I found myself at this time wanting to be a monk, for the food, if nothing else. A woman escorted me to the room next door. Noticing that the woman and monk inside were barefoot, I asked her if I should take off my shoes. She told me to leave them by the door and escorted me over to a couch towards the front of the room. “You will sit here, the monk will sit here”, she said, pointing to the couch and then to a chair on my right. I took my seat and the monk took his. He was an older man, maybe in his 80s. He had a friendly face and fuzzy head. His teeth pointed out in all directions when he spoke and his English was hard to understand. I asked him what the service was going to be like today. He said that it would be a short meditation conducted completely in Thai. Then he joked, “Learn Thai, then come back.” He chuckled. I smiled. Without asking anything, the Monk then talked to me about bad and good thoughts. He pointed at me and with a smile said, “Purify your mind.” He asked me where I lived and I told him that I lived right up the street, almost my entire life. “Ahh, hometown,” he said with a grin. I was glad he had a sense of humor, it really put me at ease and my nervousness about being in this foreign place alone, was slowly vanishing.
His face then looked like a lightbulb had gone off in his brain. He told me he had a book for me and jumped up to go get it. He returned, handed it to me and said, “It is a gift. Read it and come back with a vision.”

I thanked him for the book and asked him who the people were in the pictures on the walls. He eagerly jumped up from his seat again and scurried over to the wall. Most of them, he said, were “dead and gone”. He pointed to each one and told me that one was a prince, one was the founder of this temple and one was very ill. He sat with me again. I let him know that I was there for school, so I would be taking notes throughout the service and asked if it would be all right that I take pictures. He said “of course”, got up and walked to the front of the room. He took his place, sitting down, in front of a microphone. Five or six people made their way to the middle of the room and began lighting incense and bowing before several different statues.

They lit candles and burned incense. The monk said something in Thai and interrupted himself in English, with a chuckle and said “first come, first serve.” The people laughed and continued their ritual. They knelt and repeated the monk’s chanting, bowing every so often. More people trickled in as the service went on, until the room had around 15-20 occupants. We were told to get up and make our way to the kitchen for a bowl of rice. When we returned there were two monks with three big, empty bowls placed before them. Everyone got on their knees in a line and made their way to the bowls. The monks chanted while a spoon full of rice was placed into each of the bowls by the congregation.

Some bowed when they were finished. Some touched their empty bowls to their heads. Some place their palms on the ground. Everyone took their seats while the monks continued chanting. The two chanted in complete unison, nonstop for about ten minutes. The congregation began repeating what the monks were saying. This continued for a while. Some people had their eyes closed, some sat with their palms touching, everyone was chanting.

Then a few people brought gifts to the monks and placed them at their feet. They bowed and returned to their seats. The monks covered the bowls of rice and carried them out of the room.
Another monk, whom I had not seen yet, entered the room and placed multi-colored mats on the floor. They were blue, green and pink with different colored lace around the edges. Those who wanted to meditate took their place on the floor with the monk and the chanting and bowing began.

About 10 minutes later I realized, much to my disappointment, that I had to leave to pick up my son from the babysitter. I quietly made my way to the doorway, slipped on my shoes and decided to take a different way to the parking lot than the path I had originally taken. I was glad I did because it gave me a chance to view more of the property.



Overall, this was a great experience. It was very peaceful and everyone was extremely hospitable and kind. I would like to return to one of their services in English, but was not disappointed at all in the Thai service. Although nothing I heard today was in my language, the message of Buddhism was still conveyed through the actions and expressions of the people I came in contact with.
Western Religion - Islamic Center of Claremont (6/24/2005)
“Assalamu alaikum.” I smiled at her because I had no idea what she was saying. She smiled back and asked, “How are you doing?” I felt a little embarrassed. “I’m great, thank you,” I replied. I explained to her that I was visiting their prayer service for class and she looked pleased. She told me it would start in about ten minutes (8:05pm), and led me around the back of the building. I was informed to take off my shoes and place them in a cubby. Then I followed her through a door that read “ladies" into a very small, very humble, white room with green carpet and was directed to an empty spot near the rear. I sat on the floor among 6 or 7 other women. They looked just how I imagined they would; long skirts or dresses with long sleeves, barefeet, and head coverings that covered not only their hair, but their ears and necks as well. A woman with a notebook got up from her seat and approached me. She said “Assalamu alaikum” to me and I inquired about the meaning. She told me that its translation was “Peace be upon you” and that was their way of greeting each other, instead of a “Hi” or “How are you?”
She explained to me that the men and women met in separate rooms, prayed in separate rooms and listened to the lecture in separate rooms. She said that God wanted them divided for the women’s protection. There is a lot of bowing and kneeling during the prayers and the men shouldn’t be behind the women looking at them. She told me that if there ever is a time when they must pray without being divided, that the women must pray behind the men. I was told that shortly the Imam would call us to prayer and they would pray the "Fard" (obligation) prayer. This prayer is prayed 5 times a day and if it is not then, I was told, there will be “punishment in the hereafter.” After the group prayer, individuals may pray an extra prayer called the “Sunnah” or “Nafila”. This prayer is prayed for “extra points”, say if you have sinned and need to erase your mistakes. She told me “Muhammad (peace be upon him), did this” and that they do what he taught. I noticed that, in conversation, whenever the name of Muhammad was spoken, it was directly followed by “peace be upon him.” It also showed up on pamphlets that I was given later by some of the girls in the youth group. She said that some people take notes throughout the lecture and that she would be giving a lecture later, to the youth group upstairs.
Throughout our conversation, more women began showing up. They hugged and laughed and all seemed to be very close. The woman I was talking to explained to me that everyone was very close because they come from different countries and they act as a family.
I also got the chance to speak to a woman, right before we were called to pray, who had recently converted to Islam. She was born in Mexico and raised Catholic. She converted from Catholicism, after 14 years, to Christianity and remained a Christian for another 14 years before converting to Islam three months ago. She briefly explained to me why she rejected the other two religions and that she had settled in Islam because it made her 100 percent happy, while the others always left a bad taste in her mouth (i.e. the fact that the Christian church always pestered her for money). When a man’s voice came over the loudspeaker, we shuffled into the next room. It was a simple white room with red and green carpet and a large red curtain hung in the middle of the room, separating us from the men on the other side. I was given a chair to sit on towards the back of the room. The women stood in front of me and a man prayed (almost sang) loudly in Arabic. Occasionally, the women would get on their knees and place their foreheads on the ground. A woman came and sat next to me. She spoke little English, but explained to me that the women must stand while they pray, unless they are too weak to stand, or pregnant. She also explained to me that she was unable to pray because she was on her period (I inquired about this later. I was told that to pray you must be extremely clean. One must wash their hands, arms and face before praying. If a woman is on her period she is considered "dirty" and is allowed to pray when her cycle is finished). She handed me the Qur’an with the original Arabic and an English translation and told me I could follow along with the prayer. When the Fard was finished, some ladies sat down, while others engaged in their Sunnah prayer.
I was handed a headset and told that the lecture would begin in a few minutes. My headset would provide an English translation done by a man on the other side of the curtain. The recent convert also was handed a headset, and she helped me with mine to make sure it worked correctly. The lecture began and the headset was extremely nice to have. The Imam talked of the prophets and about doing good deeds. When he spoke of Muhammad, all of the women around me nodded their heads to agree.
Overall, this was a fascinating experience and I met some really friendly people. Everyone was so incredibly helpful and I learned things from this service that I didn’t read in Huston Smith’s book. I really had no idea what this service was going to be like, even after reading up on it. It gave me great insight into what Islam and its followers are all about.
Appendix:
Before I visited the mosque, I told some friends and family about my plans. I got the same response from all of them; "Make sure you are very respectful". Of course I was going to be respectful, but I started to get nervous and wonder why everyone was trying to make sure that I didn't upset anyone at the mosque. I entered the mosque terrified of doing something wrong. I had a picture in my mind of what it would be like; very solemn and serious, boring, traditional and the like. BUT I was blown away when the room of women, grown women, that I was seated amongest, were acting like teenagers. They all hugged and laughed, seemed very relaxed and eager to talk to me and eachother. They got our their cell phones and made calls, they giggled and made jokes. . . It was NOTHING like I had expected. So today, while thinking back on my experience I made the assumption that MAYBE they acted that way because the men weren't around. This was a time for them to get together and just be girls. Without worrying about their husbands, or society, thinking ill of them. Lucky for me I work with a Muslim girl and tonight (6/25) I approached her with my querie. I said that although I have nothing to compare it to, it seemed that their behavior was way different than how I pictured Muslim women to act. When I was finished she asked me this question, "Well, were there any men around?" My assumption was correct. I look back now and smile when I think of all those women having a great time and just being themselves for a few hours amongst friends.

