Sunday, November 4, 2012

Korea 2.0 - 1 Month In

Has it really been a month? The calendar says yes, but it is still hard for me to believe. I arrived in Korea the evening of October 3rd and hit the ground running. Adjusting was more difficult for me this time around, probably because I had more expectations about what life here would be like… Communication has not always been as clear as I prefer and I have been finding out what I am doing one week, sometimes one day, at a time, BUT God is good and I really am enjoying my time back in Korea.

I am once again attending Global Mission Church where I went before and it is good to be back in that fellowship. My first Sunday the message was perfect for me. There was a guest speaker preaching on Philippians 1 and he talked about how being in prison wasn’t exactly Paul’s original ministry plan – things didn’t turn out as he had expected, but he was able to redefine his problem and see how God was using it for his purposes. When I came back to Korea I found that my situation was not what I had expected and at first I was really disappointed, but God has been teaching me to look for his will and opportunities in every situation. In the end, it doesn’t matter where I live or work, as long as I am seeking God and letting him use me, it will be great.

A small glimpse of how God is answering my prayers: When I first got here I was subbing at different branches, so I didn’t really get to know any of the other teachers, and I didn’t have a phone so contacting my friends in another city was difficult. One morning I was so lonely and while Skyping with my mom I said, “I just want someone to eat lunch with! And I want my phone so I don’t feel so isolated!” … That evening there was a knock on my door. A Christian couple from my apt building was standing there with a package, “Your phone arrived at the office today so we are bringing it by. Do you want to get lunch tomorrow?” Thank you Lord! I could go on and on about the many ways God has blessed me this month! I am so grateful for new friends and for the strengthening of old friendships.

I have been working at the same branch of my school for a couple weeks now, but I still don’t know if that is where I will stay or if I will move again. There is a chance that I will move to another city (where I lived the last time I was in Korea), but as of right now, I only know what I am doing this week… and that’s ok.


And now some pictures... I don't have a real camera right now, *sniffle* so you just get the few grainy pics from my phone...

View from my apt.

View at night.

What's this little closet?

Oh look! It's a bathroom!

Yup, I'm back in Korea!

Making cheat-sheets for my washer.

Shopping can be a challenge... which one do I get?...

There were adorable kids throwing the fallen Ginko leaves at each other at the base of Namsan Tower... unfortunately my camera reaction time is so slow that none of the pics actually captured the throwing part... oh well. They're still adorable little kids in fall leaves.

That boy in green is getting ready to throw those on his dad. Dad took it pretty well.


Melina

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Moving Back to Move Forward

January 1, 2010 I got on a plane bound for South Korea where I spent a wonderful and stretching 14 months. Korea was exactly what I needed in 2010. 

Korean Lanterns
By the end of my contract I knew that I really needed to be back with my family for a bit, so I boarded another plane bound for the States. 2011 and 2012 have been spent in Oregon and I’m confident that it’s exactly what I needed. 


Love these ladies!
Last summer with Dad's Side of the family (My father, the bionic man...)


Now, it’s time for the next step. I’m going back to Korea… because sometimes moving forward means moving back.


One of many pearls of wisdom found on Korean notebooks...


I don’t have a job their yet, but I’m I anticipate leaving sometime in the fall or winter. While I don’t know exactly when I leave, or at what type of school I’ll teach, I will go back to the Bundang area where I was before. I look forward to reconnecting with friends and attending the same church. Honestly, just thinking about going back makes me so happy that I know it’s the right decision. The moment I allowed myself to think, “I’m going back,” I felt peace and excitement. I’d say that’s a pretty good sign.

Of course, there are things I’ll miss here – people I won’t get to see, events I won’t be able to attend, but that’s life, right? I think I’ve finally come to realize that I need to focus more on what I’ll miss if I DON’T do something than what I’ll miss if I DO. If I DON’T go to Korea now I’ll miss a great opportunity to travel and work with little commitment, I’ll miss developing friendships with people I met before and might never had a chance to see again, I’ll miss exploring more deeply a culture and language that I have come to appreciate, I’ll miss going off on my own. I don’t want to miss out. I need to live my life excited about what’s to come, not regretting what I’ll miss. Life’s too short and all that.




So, here’s to moving forward – getting on with life and taking that next step. For me right now moving forward means moving back. What does it look like for you?




Friday, April 20, 2012

Parable 3 - The Ridge (Holding on to His Belt Loops)


            One day a young girl and her father embarked on a journey. “Where are we going?” she asked. “Somewhere very special,” he replied, “Just wait and see.” She smiled and slipped her hand in his as they walked across a green meadow.
            Soon they came to a forest. “Is this it?” she asked. “We’re just passing through here,” he answered, “but enjoy the nice view.” The little girl ran from tree to tree, pointing out each new and exciting thing that she saw.
            As they neared the edge of the forest the father sat down and took out some lunch. Before she could ask, he said, “This isn’t it, we’re just stopping to eat.” “Let’s keep going!” she cried, “I’m not hungry yet!” Her father smiled, “I’m glad you’re excited, but the next part of our journey is very difficult. I want you to rest a bit first.” The little girl sat down reluctantly and through the whole meal tried to guess where they would go next. Her father replied, “Just be patient.”
            Once finished, they walked out of the forest and found themselves at the foot of a large mountain. The girl’s eyes widened, “But I’m afraid of high places…” “It’s ok,” her father replied, “Just hold my hand.”
            Part way up the mountain they came to a narrow ridge. The father stopped and turned to his daughter, “Now dear, this is the most dangerous part of our journey, but once we cross this ridge we will be to our destination.” The girl looked from her father to the ridge, “But it’s not wide enough! How can I hold your hand? Isn’t there another way?” Her father smiled with compassion, “No dear, this is the only way, but we can do it together. I want you to walk right behind me and hold on tight to my belt loops. Don’t let go. Just follow my steps.”
            They walked to the ridge and the girl laced her little fingers through her father’s belt loops as instructed. They stepped out onto the ridge and took a few steps. “I can’t see where to step!” cried the little girl. Her father replied, “You don’t need to watch the ground. We’ll go slowly, just move each foot with mine.”
            They went a little further. The girl became more confident and looked over the side of the ridge. She imagined herself tipping over the edge and gasped, “It’s so far down!” She tottered slightly. “It doesn’t matter how far it is,” replied her father, “because we’re not going to fall.” The girl tightened her grip on her father’s belt loops. He nodded, “Good. Just keep your eyes on me.”
            After this they went on quite nicely for quite some time. The girl became bored. “Where are we going?” she asked, “Will we be there soon?” “Soon enough,” her father replied. She grew irritated, “Why can’t I know? I can’t see anything back here! Can we trade places for a bit? You could hold my belt loops!” Her father paused, “Dear, it doesn’t work that way. I know you want to see, but I want to keep you safe. Please, just trust me.” She began to protest, but he stopped her, “Instead of worrying about where we’re going, try to enjoy where we are.”
            The girl fumed for a while in silence, angry with her father for taking her on this dangerous ridge, angry that he wouldn’t tell her where they were going or even let her see the way. She trudged along in unspoken rebellion, glaring into her father’s back. She thought of his words, “Enjoy where we are,” What’s to enjoy?  She stamped her little feet.
            Eventually, stamping made her tired. A breeze came and cooled her hot cheeks and combed through her hair. It carried a scent of mountain flowers and pines. She frowned, trying to hold on to her frustration. It occurred to the girl that she could hear birds singing not far away. She felt her anger slowly melting. As she quieted herself, she even enjoyed the sound of their footsteps falling. She listened carefully and matched the rhythm of her steps with her father’s. Before long she was humming a tune in time with their steps and swaying slightly with their slow steady gait.
            Suddenly her father stopped. “We’re here,” he called over his shoulder. The girl felt strangely disappointed and, looking down, realized for the first time that they were no longer on the ridge. She asked timidly, “Already?” Her father laughed and stepped to one side as she released her grip on his belt loops. “Just look,” he said. The little girl gasped in amazement and started to rush forward. Then, remembering their time on the ridge, she grasped her father’s hand, “Can we go together?” Her father smiled, “My thoughts exactly.”


Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Parable 2: The King and His Servants


There once was a good and powerful king with wealth beyond imagining. As he looked out over his kingdom he saw people living in hardship, unable to find honest work. This broke the king’s heart. So he sent out a proclamation that he would provide work for any in need and would pay them from his own riches. In the following weeks floods of people came through the palace courts to receive their assignments and soon the whole land was living in prosperity.

As news of the king’s greatness spread, people from distant lands began traveling to see if it was really true, and if they too could find work. One day, two such travelers entered a town at the edge of the kingdom. “Let us separate,” the first man said to the other, “and talk to the people of this town so that we can learn about the king before we meet him.” The second man thought this was a wise plan so each went his own way, agreeing to meet at the inn come nightfall.

That evening the two men sat at a table with hot food and cold drinks and told their stories. The first man began, “After we parted ways I wandered up and down the streets looking for a place to break my fast. I saw two men and greeted them, but when they realized I was from out of town they attacked me and stole my purse. I was astounded. Why would they do this when they are employed by their king? I was not badly hurt, so I got to my feet. As I walked a woman called to me from an open doorway, “Traveler! You look in need of a bowl of hot soup and some bread. Come, eat!” I approached and told her that I would like nothing better, but that I had no money. She frowned and told me to go to the king, who would give me a job. I asked if it were true that the king would give work to any who asked. Her frown lifted and she told me of the king’s great love and generosity. She told me how her own family had prospered, and that I had only to ask and I too would receive all these things. I replied that I had, in fact, been on my way to visit the king, but had been attacked by two men who stole my money. She seemed very upset and for a moment I thought she might invite me in to eat. Instead she again told me to go to the king. The gnawing at my stomach made me bold, so I asked, “Lady, since you have been so richly blessed, might you spare a bowl of soup to help me on my way?” She took a step back into the house and replied, “I’m sorry, but I can’t. I have to take care of my own. Come back after you have seen the king and you will receive a most hearty welcome. Good day Sir.” With that she disappeared inside and shut the door. The rest of the day I walked the streets receiving much the same greetings. I think we should leave this place at first light. The king is most surely a wicked man.”

The second man was taken aback by this final statement and asked his friend to explain. The first man went on, “What kind of king employs evil men who would attack an unarmed traveler? And if that weren’t enough, there’s the woman who refused to help me in my need. I think that the king must not really be generous, but forces them to praise him as if he is. Why else would this woman be unable to spare even one bowl of soup?”

The first man finished and sat back with his drink to listen to the second man. He began, “Well, after we parted ways I walked to the center of town and sat myself down at the foot of a statue in the middle of the square. I sat there all day and watched. People came and went, some stopped to talk to me and others passed by without so much as a glance. From my seat I saw, down one alley, three men come stumbling out of a bar, heavy from a night of drinking, and cursing and punching as though each had been wronged by the entire world. Down another alley I saw an old woman struggling to carry a large burden. As she stepped into the light of the square a man sitting at his breakfast saw her and immediately went to help. I saw pick-pockets and prostitutes, I saw charity and thoughtfulness. One man shared his lunch with me and another spat on me. I think we should continue on in the morning. I, for one, am eager to meet this king.”

The first man sat forward, nearly spilling his drink, “What! Why? Those who serve him are no better than – are even worse than the rest of the world. A few may be good, but that certainly does not justify the actions of the rest!”

The second man nodded, “It is true that some of the people here are evil, but just because they live in the king’s town does not mean they are employed by the king. It is quite possible that they live here because it is comfortable, or they were raised here, but choose not to work for the king. It is even possible that they live here because they think the people are easy prey. Also, the king swore to provide work for all who come to him, not just the pleasant people. Surely not all of his servants reflect him. I want to meet this king and see for myself. It may be that you are right and if so, we have only lost a few days. However, it may be that I am right and we will soon be rewarded for our trouble. So what will it be? Shall we judge the king by his servants, or by the man himself?”


Thursday, February 2, 2012

Parable 1: Debts Paid in Full

Ok, here is the first of my three parables. I'm slightly more long-winded than Jesus...I need to work on being more concise. But seeing as he's God, the original storyteller, I'm not beating myself up too much. :)


Debts Paid in Full


I

There once was a very wealthy man who owned great riches and vast amounts of land. One beautiful, sunny day the rich man decided to go for a drive and visit a small town not far from his estate. He entered the town and found an outdoor café where he could enjoy the day and watch the people walking by. He smiled at the flowers in bloom and the birds singing in the trees. He observed the passers-by and imagined who they might be and the ambitions, hopes, and concerns they might have. As he sat he heard snippets of a conversation that caught his attention.


Three men sat at a nearby table, deep in discussion. It seemed that the three men had fallen on hard times. They had lost their jobs and incurred very large amounts of debt. All three feared that soon they would lose their homes and they and their families would find themselves on the streets. Even if they were able to find jobs now, their debts had grown so large they would never pay it off. The conversation lulled as the men stared at their cups of water which they had not touched. With nothing left to say they parted and wished each other better fortunes tomorrow. The rich man thought for a moment, went to the counter and asked the names of the men who had been at the table. He then went directly to the bank and paid all three men’s debts in full, promising to also pay any debts that the men would incur in the future.


II

A few days later the rich man decided to visit the three men and see how they were doing. As he drove up to the first man’s house he noticed a ‘for sale’ sign in the front yard. He smiled thinking the man must be doing so well he had decided to move his family into a nicer house. He parked on the street and walked to the front door. As he did so the door opened a crack and worried eyes peered out of the dark inside. “Who is it?” called an angry voice. The rich man was taken aback, “Just a friend coming to see how you fare.” “Ha! A debt collector. Go away,” said the man as he slammed the door shut. The rich man was very confused. Why would the man be afraid of debt collectors? Perhaps he had not yet heard the good news. Assuming this must be the case he knocked on the door, “Sir, I have good news for you. You never need to worry about another debt collector again.” The man’s voice came muffled from behind the closed door, “What are you going to try and sell me now? You’re wasting your time. I don’t have any money. Now go away!” The rich man laughed, “Sir, you don’t understand. I’m not selling anything. You see, I paid your debts – all of it, and then some. Come celebrate with me!” The door flung open with a bang, but the man who emerged was not rejoicing, he looked furious. The man glared at the rich man, “How dare you come here spouting nonsense, laughing and joking while I’m in trouble! No one is going to pay my debt for me, it’s much too large. Who would do that? It’s ridiculous! Besides, I can take care of myself. Even if someone did offer to pay for it I would never accept. I’ll work hard, dodge creditors, and make my own way.” The rich man interrupted, “Sir, I’m not offering, I already paid it, whether you want it or not.” “Enough!” said the man, “Stand out here all day if you want, but I have work to do!” With that he went back in his house and slammed the door once again. The rich man slowly walked back to his car, tears in his eyes. He should have been angry, but he felt so sorry for this man – he would spend his whole life slaving away to pay a debt that he could never pay, a debt that was already gone. The rich man got in his car, wondering if the other two men were doing any better.


As the rich man drove up to the second man’s house he saw the man sitting on the front porch watching the road. The rich man parked and the man came up and greeted him, “Good afternoon Sir, what brings you to my home today?” The rich man relaxed. So far the reaction was better. He smiled, “I’ve come to make sure you’ve heard the good news. Your debts have been paid. You never need to worry about money again. Let’s go-” “You’re him!” interrupted the man, “I can’t thank you enough! You have no idea!” The rich man grinned and opened his mouth to reply, but was cut-off. “Wait here! I have something for you!” the man shouted as he ran into the house. Once again the rich man was left standing confused outside. Eventually the man reemerged carrying a small white envelope which he shoved into the rich man’s hands. “Here,” he said not able to look him in the eye, “It’s not much, but it’s all I have right now. I’ll give you more when I get it.” The rich man opened the envelope and saw a few tattered bills. “What is this?” The man looked up at him, “I told you, it’s all I have! Isn’t that enough for you?” The rich man held out the envelope, “I don’t want you to pay me. It was a gift.” The man looked down at the envelope, then back at the rich man, “You paid all my debt, and I know it was no small amount. The guys at the bank say you even promised to pay my future debt. How can you not want something in return? You’re obviously a great guy, I mean, I’m really thankful for what you did for me, but you must want something from me.” The rich man laughed, “Do you know who I am? I don’t need anything from you. Just come celebrate with me. Let’s enjoy each other’s company.” The man stared at him, trying to comprehend what he had just said. “But you might change your mind and decide I’m not worth it. I can’t afford that. I’ll pay you small payments when I can… I’ll give to the poor! See, I can learn from you! As long as you’re paying for me, I can help others. Would you like that? Will that keep us on good terms?” “I would be thrilled if you gave to the poor,” replied the rich man, “but not if it’s just because you think you need to earn my favor.” “Say no more,” cut in the man, “I’ll do more than you can imagine! I’ll work so hard… you’ve never seen a better worker! I’ll spend every spare moment volunteering. I’ll even make my kids do it! You chose the right guy! I’ll make it worth your money, don’t you worry.” The man began walking back to his house. The rich man called after him, “Won’t you come with me?” “No time,” shouted the man over his shoulder, “I’ve got to get busy!” With that he walked into the house and shut the door. Feeling completely rejected the rich man returned to his car. He sat staring at the dash and the tears returned to his eyes. He wanted to give this man a gift, but the man had turned it into an even greater burden. Not only would he spend his life trying to repay the enormous debt, but he would be forever worried about keeping the rich man’s favor. As he turned the key in the ignition he wondered if it was even worth going to see the third man.


When the rich man pulled up to the third house he saw the man on his hands and knees working in the yard. The rich man took a deep breath and got out of the car. The man got up to greet the visitor, “It’s a beautiful afternoon isn’t it?” The rich man looked at the many newly planted flowers, “It is. You’ve been busy.” The man wiped his hands on his pants, “That I have. You will never believe what has happened. I had fallen on hard times… I can’t tell you how bad it was. I was going to lose everything. Then, miraculously, someone paid all my debts! I don’t know how he even knew! But he did. My wife has wanted flowers out here for so long, but I couldn’t do even that for her. But now, thanks to him – now she will have the most beautiful yard in the neighborhood!” The rich man smiled, “I am certain she will.” The man looked at his handiwork with pride then back to the rich man, “Now what brings you here Sir? Can I help you with –” he stared at the rich man’s smiling face, “You’re him aren’t you?” The rich man nodded. Before he could say anything the man, forgetting his dirty hands and clothes, embraced the rich man, sobbing. “Thank you so much! How can I ever repay you?” he cried. The rich man’s heart sank. The man suddenly remembered his dirtiness and pulled back. “I want to be clear,” began the rich man, “I paid your debt as a gift, because I want you to be happy, not living a life of worry. I don’t want you to spend your life trying to repay a debt that we both know you can’t. If you are grateful at all, then just come celebrate with me.” The man looked down at his dirty hands, then up at the rich man, “Will you come inside and meet my family?” The rich man felt as though his heart would burst with joy, “I would love to.”



III

A few weeks later the rich man drove again to see the first man, but despite his knocking, no one answered the door. He shook his head sadly has he walked back past the ‘for sale’ sign still in the yard. He drove next to the second man’s house. When he knocked on the door the man came quickly to the door, greeted him boisterously, stuffed an envelope in his hand and turned to go, saying he had lots of work to do. “Wait,” called the rich man. “Won’t you go for a drive with me?” “Oh, I’d love to, but I can’t,” replied the man. “Perhaps another time,” and he shut the door. The rich man drove to the third man’s house and before he could even get out of the car the man ran up and hopped in the passenger seat, “Where are we going today?” The rich man laughed, “You have no idea how much I love coming here! Well, today I was thinking you could go with me to tell some others that I’ve paid their debts.” The man looked a little worried, “What if they react like those other two you told me about?” The rich man started the car, “That’s a risk I’m willing to take. Are you in?” The man buckled his seatbelt and nodded. It was sure to be a great ride.


Monday, January 16, 2012

Writing at home

Why is it that when away from home everything seems more interesting? In Korea I wrote blogs about holidays, cooking, my apartment, even watching paint dry (ok, so maybe not). Here, it never occurs to me to write about anything. There I took pictures of EVERYTHING, here I’m lucky if I remember to get one picture of a special event.


When I was getting ready to leave Korea I told myself, as countless others have before and will after, that I would keep the same “tourist” mindset in Oregon that I had developed in Korea. And like those ambiguous “others” I just mentioned, I didn’t.


Perhaps it’s because things here are so familiar that I take them for granted. Or maybe subconsciously I don’t think people will be interested in things here. But why? *Warning: Soapbox coming out* I live in one of the most beautiful places on earth. The Willamette Valley is stunning. Yes, it rains a lot, but look at what all that rain does! The people are great too. Oregonians are laid back and comfortable. (Complain about our slow driving all you like, but while you’re busy rushing around, we’re savoring time. I mean, come on, have you SEEN this place?! I had to remind myself to keep my eyes on the road the other day because the sunset was so amazing.) *Okay, got that out of my system.*



Holy brilliant colors, Batman! The sky is on fire!



God is still working in my life and there is still lots of scribbling. This is perhaps the messiest scribbling of all because I really have no idea what picture God and I are making right now. Sometimes I throw down my crayons and say, “Hey, God, what gives? I could do a much better job if you’d just tell me what I’m doing.” But he just laughs and says, “No you couldn’t.” *sigh* Why is he always right?


Now, another aspect of this whole “scribbled journeys” thing is that I like to scribble out little poems and stories to help me process some of the things I think about. Back several months ago I started thinking that it would be fun to try writing parables like Jesus used to explain concepts. I love the simplicity of his stories and how they cut right to the heart of an issue. So I tried my hand at a few. Mine are not nearly as… minimalistic? I really love details and can be pretty wordy (no surprise to you if you’re even still reading down this far). However, I enjoyed the pursuit and I don’t think they’re that bad, so I think I’ll share them on here. Not today, I need to read over them again, and not all at once, but soon. (I know, you’re breathless with anticipation.) *Side note: Whenever I type “you” I can’t help but wonder to whom I’m referring… who are you? (WHO, are YOU? J) Does anyone read this?*


Okay, so there are some random tidbits to prime the pump, so-to-speak. Parables coming soon. And question: How are your scribblings coming along?