Basic Facts: the formed character

(One of requirements of TH 501-01, Drew Theological School on September 15, 1982.)

Very my own story:

Since my family came back to Seoul, Capital of South Kora, again in 1951 from the war exile for 8 months, my father had a chance to work as a mechanical engineer. Then we returned back to the middle class in the Korean society. However, he spent most of his life in a field of factory and the company office to design a machine which makes the acetic acid and to build a production system. Otherwise, he spent most of his time with us, but rather not saying anything. People were obviously depressed by the war. But one of the important reasons why my parents had to live in silence was personality difference.

Secondly, according to Korean marriage customs, the heads of the two families (fathers or grandfathers etc.) decided the marriage for their children who are below 15 years old without hearing their feeling or opinions.

Thirdly I never saw their affection to each other as wife and husband as well as towards us, children. In addition, my father was two years younger than my mother. In the traditional thinking of Korean customs fathers have the authority in their families. However, mother had been the commanding officer at home. As the result, father always away from home and stay in his work by their emotional conflicts.

Therefore, my mother took care of the children and all family affairs. However, they never have lived in separating or divorcing.

In the circumstances of this conflict, the children grew up with lack of affectionate feeling, rather fill the house management duties: each child keeps their duties. mine was to clean the floors and fill the ceramic water container of 100 gallon daily from a well of few miles away. Now, I felt why I am a good hand for others. I had to endure all of hard works, because I had been trained by my mother as a middle son. I sometimes felt sorrow. However, I never heard words of appreciation or compliment for the results of hard work by mother. My other two sisters had carried much harder and important works for management, such as cared the baby brother and cook all meals daily for the family.

This was a gift which God gave me through this journey as endurance as recognizing the importance of family bond that the magnificent base of the society. 

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Basic Facts: the birth

(One of requirements of TH 501-01, Drew Theological School on September 15, 1982.)

About two weeks before my first birthday (July 7, 1950), the Korean War broke. The infant, who was the second son and the third child in his family, was crying and crying on the back of his mother who was trying to escape from the hot zone of active war under the communist military operation in the capital city, Seoul, and push down to South in Korea. Furthermore, my father had to leave my mom, brother(13), sister(11), and a baby boy(11 months old), because he was conscripted by the Korean Army. Therefore, I had to be satisfied with eating the small piece of Indian-millet-bread on the edge of a road for my first birthday party. His mom exchanged her golden wedding ring with. The baby ate it with frozen hand on the back of his mother.

So far, the Korean war has not ended. Time has flown on the parallel lines of 155 miles D.M.Z. between North and South as the armistice conference continues. The war plundered the life, history and love from the land. After the war, my family had, two new members; my sister is now 28 years old and the other is my brother who is 25 years old. My older brother, who is 45 years old now and a medical doctor in Connecticut, made possible for my whole family’s immigration to the States. My mother is 67 years old and my father is 65 years old.

After the Korean War, my mother who had been a shamanist for a long time, converted to a Christian.

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Green Onion in Winter

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Brussel at 6 am

The plane left Dhaka at midnight

and arrived at Brussel at 6 am.  

The team need to wait for 5 hours.

The flight for Washington D.C.

will be at 11:15 am.

We go around and check through the security.

There are few homes away from home.

I could not sleep at all.

Other folks seemed not to be excited

to go home much than me.

I am so happy to go home.

From Brussel to Washington DC

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Learning on my Couch:

Fighting tense, exuberant, and dangerous.

without mercy,

on the grass within 100 yards and 160 feet.

10 big men like black bears to execute orders

of the commanding crew of scientific planners

for dashing 10 yards dash.

Some unfortunate lost,

but 75 yards in single running.

Under raining, snowing, or storming

with speed, slow-motion, jumping with Gymnastic moves:

forward roll, cast, somersault, handstand, back handspring, round off, turn in one feet, flip over, split leap, and throw, pass, you name.

When tie each other of regular time ends goes over extends, 10 minutes.

Token toss to take possession.

Touch down win the game.

But sometimes go down within 40 seconds or only 4 seconds

to make end.

Next score win the game.

Ah, craziest American.

Fun time of hypertension.

Ah, is it art indeed?

Believe it’s beyond the business.

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Hovering over 72 years,

Again, again, again,

Is it recycling routine

or spiral galaxy toward the black hole?

To realize how important to care of my teeth,

at least three times of hygiene after taking food,

on sensitive teeth

with all distinguishing dietary,

even painful hot or cold,

from results of heavy loaded stress from work,

that was from my over qualifications,

Expediating circles in dynamic motion

Help of sensodyne, enalmel guard and repair after waterpik,

bring me back two decades young again.

Don’t need any make-up,

nor cosmetic surgery,

or Zumba and sun spa wellness

But go with only on farming under the ferocious Sun and inveterate wind,

with armor of Cocoa butter body and Vaseline lotion

to cover hands, face included hair.

By the way, need a hat to cover the top.

Not to worry on the chest and legs.

Daily wish is so simple,

as breathing on unsalted air

as practicing to recycle

as listening the bowel movement.

When I reached and go beyond the black hole,

I don’t need the recycling,

Rather, under a moment of little dew,

to take a walking the raw work for others.

So my hovering would go over the rrecycling routine

to reach the new planet beyond the new universe,

Free at last from my centering.

Rhythmical dance in Eternal now,

in the hand of Creator,

for more 72 thousand light years.

Please play Rhythm of Cosmic dance.

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Sitting outdoor in 33 degree,

Lattice of life in the winter lettuce.

Occupy the stillness, even void.

Still light green between dark brown leave / bark and white snow,

Surreal dance with sparkling ice.

As the neuron of my brain,

duplicating micro energy,

into the infinite network of the universe. Indeed, sanctum.

We’re one.

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Coffe Lover:

Coffee lover:
long before waking up
fill the world of mine
in the morning
has been long journey
cross the fields, rooms and ways
now rest into my five senses
few minutes passing
dancing in flying
into own celestial space
with sixth sense
for all day long.
Could have a happy day.

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Start to fall
intense hovering
of its clemency

long waiting
to loose

siluette of
violent storm
“Either or.”

Let it snow
on Earth,
vigilant Peace!

to call it evil
Yet, create the wall
for horror.

Let it snow
Let it snow
Let it snow

Far better than
the black ice
with sleet.

Start to fall
of heaven
on the ground.

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For new church for pandemic ages and cyber village

Wish to open and use church facilities for the immediate community as following ways:

[ Reason ] First: Pandemic era requires smaller gathering as creative living, Second: cyber world needs real life in person to person relationship to find who I am. Finally third: church needs more and much practice on creative activities in small group as spiritual formation than renovate physical buildings. Searching and Practicing the image of God in daily life.

[ Practice ] No longer exists the weekly schedule for traditional bible study and other confirmation class. Rather online study and training. Each small different small group for creativity gathers on each different day. Group members are church members only, rather open to the public. But needs to keep to limit 12. The all group demonstrate in group dynamics of expression joy in the presence of God on Sunday to praise Creator’s Glory.

For example: Monday: writers groups (poet group, essay group, short story group, etc.), Tuesday: speech groups (storytelling, public speech, etc. ) Wednesday: reading groups, Thursday: painting groups, Friday: vocal groups and musical instruments groups, Saturday: drama group and puppet groups, etc.

Format: Each group needs a professional, an assistant, apprentice who could be next group an assistant when the group would be divided into two. The professional could be a paid staff or a volunteer. Each group would performed or exhibit periodically through out the year to the public.

This is how we, the church transform, the new world. Anyone want to practice this, welcome to live in making joyful nosy, than grumbling and worries.

EcclesioGenesis – EcclesioExodus – EcclesioCross – EccleioLife

Creativity in Freedom – Image of God

Self Identity, Related Identity, Village Identity

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