#5 South Korea Continued: Source of the Spring

 I have attempted to write this… maybe 7 times, but time and time again the story comes up short. It is choppy, or it didn't fulfill an appeal of a post. I have written it in parts, segments, perspectives and at times run on sentences. Maybe as I prepare for the departure from Korea to the land of the free, home of the brave, maybe this time the story will reach posthood. At the hospital with faithful Baam After two episodes of malaria in a Ugandan refugee camp, it all seemed behind me. The diarrhea, vomiting, cold sweats, it was now left behind, right? Arriving in Korea it was fast paced from the start. A new school, with new faces, there were names to know and a new system to learn. The learning process would cut short. I still remember after eating jja-jang-myun (black bean sauce noodles) with Mr. Ahn laying on the school couch in the teachers’ lounge. Months back my principal and I were eating together in Hawaii. He told me of a comfy couch at the school that I would be abl...

It may have been a year or two after becoming new creation. I would talk of the goodness of God, purity of the Word, and the good news. It was a sorrow to me that the people who have nursed me, cherished me, and provided for me much of my life, there was a now a disconnect. There were misunderstandings, confusion, and a lack of relationship that we used to have. The things I used to enjoy, I know had not enjoyed; the habits I used to have I gave up, and my heart and lifestyle were transformed. It caused sadness in my heart to have such a disconnect within our family. All the more this caused a longing for my family to know Jesus as Lord and Savior, in order that we may share is Christs’ sufferings and glory. Although there was hardship in the division of our family, there would soon come a ray of hope. This is that story. It was Christmas morning. Each family member being there, not one missing. Even to the extent of children from other parts of the family gathered around the tree ...