The lifting up of my hands as the evening offering.
Here people worship their ancestors and the Ghost Festival is dedicated to alleviating the pain of the dead through sacrifices and offerings. The dead are said to visit the living on this day. People leave empty chairs at meals and shows so the dead can be fed and entertained. There are sacrifices offered and incense burned. They burn paper money, cars, clothes, food and other valuables for the dead. There are things to do or not do, so you don’t offend them or aren’t bothered by them, and so they can find their way back to where they came from. My western mind has a hard time comprehending that this is actually happening. My spirit mourns the tragedy of empty worship and futile devotion.
(Although the following article spins this holiday as just a tradition, instead of the spiritual matter it is, a further description can be read here: http://edition.cnn.com/2016/08/22/travel/hong-kong-hungry-ghost-festival/index.html)
There is so much work to be done. Please pray with us for the harvest: Luke 10:2 And He was saying to them, “The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few; therefore beseech the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest.”