Recently, through books, websites and visiting teachers, it's like I've fallen down the rabbit hole of contextualising for Buddhism and like Alice, have no idea where it will end. One contextual church planter shared some of his experiences in contextualising (if you read this, forgive me, I'm writing from memory).
"I used to go to villages and pray for people. I would put my hand on their shoulder and just began to say "Oh Lord would you please..." but they would turn to speak to the person next to them! Or keep sweeping their floors or yelling at their kids! It was annoying! Next time, I watched what they did when they prayed, and they would end by saying 'Saatu'. So I tried that, and the person carried on whatever they were doing until I said 'Saatu' and then they turned to me like 'Hey, you were praying?!' Finally I went into a temple to watch what the monks did. They put their hands palms together in front of their chests and chanted prayers in a monotone. I tried this next time in the village and the whole family stopped what they were doing and knelt down with me in prayer!"
"One day I went into a village and prayed for healing for some people. Right then and there they decided that made me a 'raksang' - a medium or spirit guide. So I said 'Yes, I have the Spirit of Singsatsid (the God of the universe)'. So then they took me to meet their village raksang. She was in the middle of a trance, channelling the spirit of the local mountain. I eavesdropped on the woman making her appeal to the spirit in front of me.
The petitioner said 'I've lost my mobile phone.'
The raksang said 'When was the last time you saw it?'
'When we went to eat at this restaurant.'
'Well, have you gone back to that restaurant to look for it?'
'No.'
'Well maybe you should go back there and ask the owners if they've seen it.'
And for this amazing advice from the mountain spirit, the raksang was paid. When it came to my turn to meet the raksang, she said 'put some money in and I'll channel the spirit.' Instead, I looked at her and said 'No, I want to talk to you.' The look in her eyes was the same as when someone speaks to a prostitute properly, instead of for her body. No one had wanted to talk to her, just to the spirit. We became friends."
"One time I asked her 'Why don't you want my spirit - Singsatsid, the God of the universe, instead of the local mountain spirit?'
She looked at me back and said 'He is too big. I would explode!'"
"I used to go to villages and pray for people. I would put my hand on their shoulder and just began to say "Oh Lord would you please..." but they would turn to speak to the person next to them! Or keep sweeping their floors or yelling at their kids! It was annoying! Next time, I watched what they did when they prayed, and they would end by saying 'Saatu'. So I tried that, and the person carried on whatever they were doing until I said 'Saatu' and then they turned to me like 'Hey, you were praying?!' Finally I went into a temple to watch what the monks did. They put their hands palms together in front of their chests and chanted prayers in a monotone. I tried this next time in the village and the whole family stopped what they were doing and knelt down with me in prayer!"
"One day I went into a village and prayed for healing for some people. Right then and there they decided that made me a 'raksang' - a medium or spirit guide. So I said 'Yes, I have the Spirit of Singsatsid (the God of the universe)'. So then they took me to meet their village raksang. She was in the middle of a trance, channelling the spirit of the local mountain. I eavesdropped on the woman making her appeal to the spirit in front of me.
The petitioner said 'I've lost my mobile phone.'
The raksang said 'When was the last time you saw it?'
'When we went to eat at this restaurant.'
'Well, have you gone back to that restaurant to look for it?'
'No.'
'Well maybe you should go back there and ask the owners if they've seen it.'
And for this amazing advice from the mountain spirit, the raksang was paid. When it came to my turn to meet the raksang, she said 'put some money in and I'll channel the spirit.' Instead, I looked at her and said 'No, I want to talk to you.' The look in her eyes was the same as when someone speaks to a prostitute properly, instead of for her body. No one had wanted to talk to her, just to the spirit. We became friends."
"One time I asked her 'Why don't you want my spirit - Singsatsid, the God of the universe, instead of the local mountain spirit?'
She looked at me back and said 'He is too big. I would explode!'"