THE VISITOR

This week, I would like to share with you a Korean poem. A special treat for Korean speaking readers. Don’t’ worry if you don’t read Korean. I attempt to provide you with my own translation into English. I know it is extremely tricky to translate a poem from another language. Consider this more of a paraphrase than an actual translation. Hopefully I have not butchered the poet’s original meaning. 

방문객

정현종

사람이 온다는 건
실은 어마어마한 일이다.
그는
그의 과거와
현재와
그리고
그의 미래와 함께 오기 때문이다.
한 사람의 일생이 오기 때문이다.
부서지기 쉬운
그래서 부서지기도 했을
마음이 오는 것이다---그 갈피를
아마 바람은 더듬어볼 수 있을
마음.
내 마음이 그런 바람을 흉내낸다면
필경 환대가 될 것이다.

The Visitor by Hyun Jong Jung

The event of another human being coming to visit me 
is quite an astonishing endeavor.
It is precisely because the person arrives with all of
one’s past
present
and future.
Because the person arrives with one’s entire life.
The person arrives with the fragility of one’s heart
and thus, could have been heartbroken.  The lostness of one’s soul
can perhaps be caressed by wind.
If I who welcome can imitate the gentle caress of the wind, 
it will undoubtedly be hospitality.


I love the gentle and almost coy tone of this poem. Yet it is bold and transparent at the same time. The topic of being visited by visitors is something we all can relate to as human beings, sometimes welcomingly and sometimes grudgingly, and sometimes numbingly. 

The visitor is who one is because of one’s past, present, and future that will be carved out. This entire person with one’s whole package of life is sacred and weighty (literally means glory in the Old Testament language). This poem beckons honor and generosity, granting the healthy benefit of the doubt to those who visit us. 

There is brokenness and thus tenderness in all of us. Some don’t want to admit there is brokenness in their life for multiple reasons. I would press the point that the sooner we accept our brokenness, the sooner we will experience grace. “There is a crack, a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in,” sings Leonard Cohen in Anthem. And sooner we embrace our own brokenness, the better we are able to embrace others’ brokenness. No solidarity is as strong and powerful as the bond of accepted brokenness as human beings, it seems. 

Our life is sacred and weighty because we are broken. Our brokenness is a highway in discovering the very sacredness of our life. 

Wind can be many things. The unpredictable and free nature of wind is what makes wind wind. It can also be soothing. I can vividly remember sitting outside on our back deck during a sabbatical in the mornings, while the sun was warm, sometimes I could feel the gentle cool breeze rising from the ground and I would quietly whisper “Aaahhhh.” Coupled with Thomas Merton’s journal in one hand and warm coffee in the other hand, when the cool breeze visited me at the time of my heart’s consent with Merton’s words, I had likened it to be the intimate visitation from the Lord that morning. 

How does one imitate wind? Today, I imagine wind as dancing. A kind of dancing that is non-intrusive but cuddly, embracing, and befriending. . . Ultimately inviting others to join in the dance. . . 

Hospitality is brokenness befriending brokenness in a non-judgmental and safe space where reciprocal healing and restoration of our soul take place. And we will all be appropriately warmed or cooled by the wind of hospitality. 

AFTER THE GOOSE THAT ROSE LIKE THE GOD OF GEESE

This week’s poem is titled, After the Goose That Rose Like the God of Geese, by Martin Espada. Strange title indeed, but this poem remained with me for days after first reading it. As you will see, it also has to do with bread, continuing the theme from last week. Again, I invite you to ponder along with me. Here it is below.

Everything that lives is Holy.      

—William Blake

 

After the phone call about my father far away,
after the next-day flight canceled by the blizzard,
after the last words left unsaid between us,
after the harvest of the organs at the morgue,
after the mortuary and cremation of the body,
after the box of ashes shipped to my door by mail,
after the memorial service for him in Brooklyn,

I said: I want to feed the birds, I want to feed bread
to the birds. I want to feed bread to the birds at the park.

After the walk around the pond and the war memorial,
after the signs at every step that read: Do Not Feed The Geese,
after the goose that rose from the water like the god of geese,
after the goose that shrieked like a demon from the hell of geese,
after the goose that scattered the creatures smaller than geese,
after the hard beak, the wild mouth taking bread from my hand,

 there was quiet in my head, no cacophony of the dead
lost in the catacombs, no mosquito hum of condolences,
only the next offering of bread raised up in my open hand,
the bread warm on the table of my truce with the world.


This poem starts out with an epigraph from William Blake. This sentence alone is worth a page or two to unpack which I will not do here, but it sets the context for Espada’s poem. One thing we are invited to consider is why Espada included this epigraph in his poem.

This poem is divided into 4 stanzas: 1st and 3rd stanzas are couched under “afters” which is a collection of reminiscent memories of what happened in two events; 2nd short stanza is the connection that explains how he got from his 1st stanza to the 3rd stanza. The final stanza reads almost like a quiet but resolute awakening of sorts.

The first stanza of “after” is filled with grief, a mishap, a hint of regret, and a series of actions that were needed to bring some semblance of closure to his father’s passing. I sense almost numbing words being spoken without emotional awareness or connections.

Then the italicized stanza by the author of “I want to-s.” The “I want to-s” grow in impulsive crescendo, moving from vaguer “I want to” to more specific “I want to.” (I wonder if the author thought, “what the heck?” and was tempted to ignore the seed of the original impulse.) What was initially spoken is random impulsion that the author not only thought about but said to himself. We all think about all kinds of stuff all day long. I certainly do. But to declare to oneself requires certain conviction and inner resoluteness. And the most impressive thing about this is that the author takes it seriously enough to build specificity and to do something about what the author said to himself. One invitation here for me to consider is: What do I want to do? Are there some specificities to what I want to do? Not to over-spiritualize things here but I see a correlation with one of Jesus’ questions: What do you want me to do for you? I would observe that as I pursue Christ in me and me in Christ, these two questions become one. And there is no separation between what I want to do and what I would ask Jesus to do for me.

The 3rd stanza is an action taken after the “I want to.” One line that caught my eye this time is “after the signs at every step that read: Do Not Feed The Geese.” There are bureaucratic systems and structures in place that discourage and attempt to put a stop to what we want to do. Sometimes, we must break rules to pursue after what we want to do or to say it slightly differently, what God has called us to do. The author ignores the signs at every step to continue feeding the birds.


My incomplete and ongoing version goes something like this. . .

After I had grown weary and worn out by leadership burdens and responsibilities,

After my long-awaited yearlong sabbatical began,

After Kobe and my father died within a span of month,

After the pandemic emerged as a once-in-a-lifetime global pandemic,

After discovering a heaven-sent rhythm of rest and renewal,

After experiencing death, deconstruction, and a newfound desire,

I said: I want to communicate. I want to communicate by writing. I want to write a blog. I want to write a book for God-seeking Korean-speaking people.

“My 3rd stanza” is currently unfolding but the “Do Not Feed The Geese” signs are visible everywhere I turn. There are more than enough signs that tell me what I should or should not say or write. Most of these signs are stemming from the traditional evangelicalism box both in theology as well as in missiological practices. I am learning how to break rules properly and address issues that are foundational and existential in nature based on my life’s journey.


Then the 4th stanza of unexpected realization set in, “quiet in my head.” All noises, both external and internal, dissipated. What was left with the “after-s” “was only the next offering of bread.” It is as if the world stopped, and the author finally was able to “see” what was plainly in front of him. What started out with grief followed by random impulse and subsequent action ended with the realization of the now. Everything melted away, and the author embraced what was the author’s truce with the world.

ALL BREAD

I shared last week in one of the prompts and practices encouraging you to read poetry. Speaking of which, in the next few weeks, I would like to share a few poems that I have reflected on this year, including a brief reflective commentary. As I have done, I would like to invite you to do the same. Nobody reads and interprets the same poem with undifferentiated musings and feelings. Who you are and where you are in life dictates myriads of interpretations. In a way, how you read poems reveals more of who and where you are in life’s journey. As such, I bare what I am processing in the context of my life and reality in these posts. 

The first poem I would like to share is a poem by Margaret Atwood titled All Bread. Here it is below. 

All Bread by Margaret Atwood

All bread is made of wood,
cow dung, packed brown moss,
the bodies of dead animals, the teeth
and backbones, what is left
after the ravens. This dirt
flows through the stems into the grain,
into the arm, nine strokes
of the axe, skin from a tree,
good water which is the first
gift, four hours.

Live burial under a moist cloth,
a silver dish, the row
of white famine bellies
swollen and taut in the oven,
lungfuls of warm breath stopped
in the heat from an old sun.

Good bread has the salt taste
of your hands after nine
strokes of the axe, the salt
taste of your mouth, it smells
of its own small death, of the deaths
before and after.

Lift these ashes
into your mouth, your blood;
to know what you devour
is to consecrate it,
almost. All bread must be broken
so it can be shared. Together
we eat this earth.


I find this poem profoundly spiritual; it captures the unending cycle of life and death (death and life, if you like) which is nature at work, which we are part of. . . Simple staple of food like bread (or rice or corn) arrives at our mouths as a culmination from many deaths. Many had to die in order to nourish us and give us life. There is such beauty of irony and the pinnacle of contradiction (this may be the grandest contradictions of all) here. 

I like the notion of “four hours.” Bread making is slow, even if it is produced in mass. I remember a French chef telling me that in America, consumerism drives bread making. In France, bread making is part of its culture. Even as I write this, I am reminded of bringing a warm freshly baked baguette from a local bakery to where we were staying in Paris, years ago. I likened the notion of “four hours” to be a subtle invitation to meditate on how bread comes to us, with deaths and the “first gift,” good water. It is also an invitation to not fast track or speed up the natural process of bread making or if you like, life making. We are who we are because of many deaths before us. We live because “others” died. There simply is no other way, it seems.

There is poignant reminder of “the row of white famine bellies swollen” as we see the bread rising in the oven. As we fill our bellies, we are reminded to those of famine bellies. It is a stark reminder of those who are experiencing dire poverty and under-privileged. Later, the author talks about “All bread must be broken so it can be shared.” 

Eating bread is almost an act of holy consecration as we are reminded of many deaths before and after. The last few lines of Mayr Oliver’s poem, Fall Song, echoes the same spiritual truth, “everything lives, shifting from one bright vision to another, forever in these momentary pastures.”

“Together, we eat this earth” is a call toward solidarity for all humanity, as well as an invitation to take what is given daily to us with great reverence and humility. Holiness can be accessed and experienced in mundane contexts in everyday life.

PROMPTS & PRACTICES | EMBRACE NON-DUALISTIC THINKING AND APPROACH TO LIFE

This week’s post will be the last of the prompts & practices series. Thanks for reading and reflecting with me on these.

This non-dualistic way of life is probably the most challenging way of life for modern people as we need to unlearn what we have been taught to believe. This “both-and” approach to life requires holding both good and bad, sacred and profane, and life and death.

Practically speaking, learn to hold both positive and negative emotions together without judgment or comments. Learn also to give compassion and the benefit of the doubt to others as both you and others may be right. Learn to find God, yourself, and others amid contradictions, tensions, and uncertainties.

 

Practices

  • Read poetry. While words are inherently dualistic, poetry has the capacity to hold contradictions together without judgment. Invite yourself as the poet (I), the one the poet is addressing (you), or just an observer. Allow yourself to interpret the poetry with your subjective lens.

  • Go to an art museum. Find a painting (or sculpture) or two that resonate with your soul at the time. Ask yourself why you may be drawn to the painting.

  • When you listen to your friend’s story next time or witness an event that catches your eye, try not to rush into judgment. Receive them as they are without needing to correct, confront, or advise.

PROMPTS & PRACTICES | “KNOW” GOD

In the next several weeks, I will be featuring what I wrote under Postscript: Prompts and Practices for my upcoming book. For each chapter, I highlight three prompts and corresponding practices.

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God is drawing all creation to say yes (or multiple yes-es) to God’s infinite and non-possessive love. God cannot be or do anything other than love, for God is love. God cannot deny God. This love of God, which is “the ground of being” according to Paul Tillich, rules the heavens and the earth beyond any human understanding. Love is present and available at all times, as God is. We are to join God in making God’s love more accessible and understandable to all creation.

Jesus laid out the Great Commandment, summarizing the Old Testament. The call to love God, love oneself, and love our neighbors serves both as a map and compass for navigating life. These three loves, which are really one same love, instruct how to live well as God’s children in specificity and practicality. Love also is both the intention and action. Love must have both elements; otherwise, it falls short of the love that God intends.

Moving from a conceptual and theoretical framework to a practical and concrete one, I would like to further reflect as well as share a few practices I have embraced over the years that have helped me. I am not blindly assuming that these will also help you. You are most welcome to tweak and change these practices to discover what works for you. That is what is important here. I have generally, and thus not perfectly, divided the prompts and practices under the four categories corresponding to the chapters of the book: Loving God, Loving Oneself, Loving Our Neighbors, and Communion.

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“Know” God

Knowing God perfectly is impossible. Knowing God personally is the invitation here. This personal and subjective knowing of God is a limited and imperfect knowing which breeds humility and compassion. But God seems perfectly okay with our imperfect knowing. God expects that, it seems. This grants us the kind of freedom and latitude to explore our subjective and experiential knowledge of God in our life.

We also are a by-product of our time and culture. We are cultural beings trapped in time and space. The Bible is also a product of time and culture. Knowing God through the Scriptures thus is both the careful work of understanding both the culture and context of the Bible as well as ours. Allowing the conversations to flow out of that process to guide and light our paths of life is the necessary work for us all. Ultimately, we get to know God by knowing Jesus and Jesus’ God. Jesus holds the hermeneutical key to our journey of knowing God.

We also get to know God by “knowing” the magnificent nature of God’s creation, as well as ourselves as God’s magnificent creation.

Practices

  • Read, study, and reflect on the Scriptures including a portion of the gospels every day. Be also a student of the Bible’s cultures as well as ours. Don’t be afraid to go beyond your own tradition and read widely and discern.

  • Write down and reflect on your personal life history regarding how God has been active in guiding and leading your life. What are your own “stones of remembrance?” Do you recognize any discernible patterns of how God has come to you over and over again?

  • How have you experienced God’s unconditional forgiveness and grace in your life? Reflect and write a journal entry.

  • Create your own growing list of gratitude toward God. Be specific and write down as many as you can remember going as far back as you can go. Then give each gratitude a name. These are your very own treasure chest of God’s goodness. Also, notice the emotions you feel by thinking through the list.

LOVING OTHERS & COMMUNION: INTEGRATION OF THE THREE LOVES

This week, I would highlight two more chapter introductions: Loving others & Communion.

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Introduction to Loving Others

When it comes to loving my neighbors, my life is like a roller coaster ride going up and down, jerking side to side, and sometimes making a giant loop or two. It is a wild and unpredictable mixture of loving wrongly to loving rightly and loving conditionally to loving unconditionally or vice versa. I know I have not arrived.

The biblical faith can only exist as translated into a culture. One of the foundational problems in life and missions is that we try to make others love God like we do, believe as we do, behave as we do.

Thus, one of the hardest teachings of Jesus is to love our neighbors, much less love our enemies. Our “neighbors” are as expansive as the entire humanity and as intimate as our family, and everyone in between. In the Book of Leviticus (19:33-34), our neighbors are “foreigners,” meaning people who are completely different from us. Jesus reemphasized this point by including the Samaritans, who were detested by the Jews as neighbors. As I said, it is a hard teaching to follow.

We are to love as Jesus loved. Loving others foremost means giving them freedom to be who they are created to be without forcing them to be like us. Loving others also means we empower them to love their God with their own heart, soul, mind, and strength. As we do this, we witness creations and strengthening of communities that are safe, authentic, and loving, exuding the love of Christ beyond to draw more people into communities. Thomas Merton succinctly captured, “the beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise, we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.”

Loving others and loving ourselves are intricately interdependent. “The man who respects his own originality has a respectful eye for the originality of others,”[1] Adrian Van Kaam wrote. This “respectful eye” is contrasted by the “condemning eye” we are to guard against (Matthew 7:1-5). As we accept and celebrate our own uniqueness and worth, we extend the same grace to others. Both my worth and others’ worth are ultimately God-given, so there is no room for boasting or feeling inferior, stemming from an endless game of comparison and competition.

In Mere Christianity, C.S. Lewis penned wise words, “The rule for us all is perfectly simple. Do not waste time bothering whether you ‘love’ your neighbor; act as if you did. As soon as we do this we find one of the great secrets. When you are behaving as if you loved someone, you will presently come to love him.”

When we love our neighbor as ourselves, we are an answer to our own prayer, “Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”



[1] This quote is from Van Kaam’s book, Living Creatively: How to Discover Your Sources of Originality and Self-Motivation, page 13.

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Communion: Integration of the Three Loves

There is no greater vision, calling, and destination than to be in union with God as followers of Jesus. In the garden of Gethsemane (John 17), Jesus prayed the ultimate vision of humanity’s end goal: to be one with God. When we pursue being united with God, we become living answers to Jesus’ prayer.

Union with God can be summarized in one word, love. As God is love, as we become one with God, we become love. We were all created by Love toward Love. Love is both the essence of our existence and the vision of our calling. This love is outlined by Jesus as loving God, loving ourselves, and loving our neighbors. To become love is to love everything God loves and in the way God loves.

In order to pursue and become love, we must seek comm-union with God, ourselves, and with others.

For much of my adult life, I was taught to die, sacrifice, and surrender myself for the sake of God and others. It took a significant revelation to realize that I was part of the world God loves. Somehow, I detached myself from the world God loves and acted as if I stood outside of the world. I realized over time I acted as if I did not need God’s love after my “salvation”. I also realized that was a rejection of God’s indwelling and continual love. I was too good and worthy to need God’s love. How arrogant and blasphemous I was!

To be in comm-union with myself is the most misunderstood and thus difficult challenge, especially for evangelicals. To be in union with myself is to be in union with Christ who is in me. Thus, Christ in me and I are not separated. Christ in me recognizes Christ in others and vice versa and thus create union with others. Communion with all three loves cannot be separated, and they grow in unison, which fulfills the prayer of Jesus.

LOVING GOD AND LOVING ONESELF

Last week, I shared the introduction to the upcoming book. This week, I would like to share two chapter introductions (loving God and loving oneself) of my book. Next week, I will feature two more. I wrote these in June when I was in Korea. Happy reading!

Introduction to Loving God

For decades, I have wrestled with God, who seemed to me to be incongruent at best and bipolar at worst. God portrayed in the Old Testament and the New Testament appeared to be radically different. God in the Old Testament seemed to be largely punitive, retributive, short-tempered, and decisive in handing judgments based on God’s just and righteous character. God in the New Testament, on the contrary, seemed to be much more restorative, loving, compassionate, and patient.

Through my struggles over time, I have realized that Jesus Christ holds the key in interpreting the Old Testament as well as the New Testament. God portrayed through the teachings, life, death, and resurrection of Jesus is the God of the Bible. Through Jesus Christ, we are invited to enter the union with the God of Jesus, which is to love God.

How we answer what God is like dictates our life’s trajectory and impacts our habitual decisions, both big and small.

To be sure, knowing and loving God is a lifelong journey. The two are intricately dependent on each other. There is a big difference between knowing God and knowing about God. Knowing and loving God is an intimate, subjective, and personal act. Jesus taught us to love God with all our heart, mind, strength, and soul. We must love God with our whole being, not with our disjointed and compartmentalized selves. We also must love God with our own individual hearts, mind, strength, and souls. We cannot love God with someone else’s heart, mind, strength, and soul.  

Consider this chapter as an invitation to reimagine, rethink, and re-posture your understanding of what God is like and an invitation ultimately to love God. We are to do this as imperfect beings. God is okay with that and fully expects that. Thus, a pilgrim’s ultimate sanctification journey is to move from conditional and imperfect love to unconditional and perfect love.

Introduction to Loving Oneself

For most of my life, I have lived my life based on others’ expectations and thoughts of me. What others think of me and expect from me have been my guiding light, especially for me as a Korean American, with an emphasis on Korean. Earlier in life, I am my parents’ son. Later, I am my wife’s husband, my children’s father, my church’s member and missionary, my organization’s member and leader, and so forth and so on. What others think and expect of me have dictated my life.

While this is still a work in progress, it has taken a herculean effort of courage, honesty, and self-awareness to swim against the powerful current of external thought of me to discover and accept who I am. I am not what others think of me. I cannot live my life based on others’ thoughts and expectations of me. The need to swim against the current is just as true for the followers of Jesus as it is for the entire swath of society. Especially in societies where uniformity and distorted view of harmony reign and are valued, one is discouraged to stand out and discover oneself.

Why did Jesus say, “love your neighbor as yourself?” Why didn’t he simply say, “love your neighbor?” This question has lingered with me for years, especially since the Church emphasized “love your neighbor” while ignoring “as yourself.” What did Jesus mean? The main clue is found in Genesis 1 where it is recorded that all humanity is created in the image and likeness of the triune God. And God said it was very good. At the risk of being simplistic, Jesus’ command could also be viewed as—treat others in the same way you view yourself—as God’s creation. Furthermore, the command was to recognize and affirm God’s created image and likeness in myself as well as others!

When you scan the heroes and heroines of all traditions, after incredible feats of adventures, they all invariably “come home.” That homecoming can be interpreted as “coming Home” and “coming home to oneself.” A pilgrim’s journey starts with whose one is as well as who one is. There is no other better start!

A RESTLESS SOUL

I am currently working on a book in Korean. No. I am not writing in Korean. It is being translated from English. The process of publishing a book in Korea was accidental and providential. In some ways, it is almost like “coming home.” I am excited for the opportunity mainly out of hope and desire in being helpful to Koreans who are “asking, seeking, and knocking.” The book is basically a compilation of my previous blog entries arranged and edited in four different chapters: Loving God, Loving Oneself, Loving our Neighbors, and Communion.

I would like to share my preface to the book this week. This is an unedited version and may change in due process. Thank you for reading.

I am a restless soul.

A few years ago, as a middle-aged man adorned with a shaved head and a goatee, I visited my old elementary school, Chu Gye Elementary School in Bukahhyundong in Seoul, Korea. I attended the school from 1969 to 1974, age 6-11. I was giddy with excitement to revisit my old stomping ground where I thought I “ruled the world.” After wandering around the ground and soaking in the flood of memories of my innocent and happy days, I gingerly walked into the school record room and wanted to engage with someone who was willing to hear my meandering of memories. I quickly found my unfortunate victim, and she kindly went along with my story. Almost as an escape, she asked me whether I would be willing to say hello to the principal of the school. I nodded my head somewhat hesitantly not knowing what I got myself into. The principal walked out of his office just as puzzled. As soon as I saw his face, I remembered him! He was one of my teachers while I was a student. He was young then, and I was really young. As he also recognized me which surprised me, we exchanged pleasantries, and he asked me whether I wanted to see my old school record. “Of course,” I said. What caught my eye was not my grade point average (which was equivalent to C- at best if not D+). The comment section was filled with my teachers’ evaluations of me for 6 years. One thing that was consistent was the repeated comment about my being “scattered” and my lack of ability to focus and pay attention. I didn’t know it then, but I probably had ADHD. I busted out laughing both at my GPA and the comments. The president and the lady also busted out laughing. It was a good day. 

Being scatter-brained is a trait that has not left me. As an Enneagram type 7, I know I have a “monkey mind,” jumping from one thought to another in quick succession. Over time, this scatter-mindedness has led me to discover that I am a restless soul on a deeper level. I am a restless soul seeking understanding and answers to the meaning of life.

A few of my life’s fundamental restless pursuits include seeking answers to: What is God like? Who am I? What is humanity? And how are these things related, if at all?

True to my scattered brain and my restless soul, this book is primarily a collection of short essays of reflection based on the questions above—my story—the life that is certainly more graced than graceful. I am a Korean American, so I perceive and interpret reality and life based on my unique cultural makeup as well as from my imperfect theological lens. This book also contains my musings, not a dishing out of pat answers or platitudes, but more raising of questions. This book is not systematically structured for me to answer the questions I have raised. It is about my own hints, guesses, and intuitions about my own spiritual journey, which is my natural human journey, and my natural human journey, which is also my spiritual journey. I move and experience life this way, and my writing reflects the tendency. It is a collection of sketches, meditations, and the “reading” of my human and spiritual life. I am fully aware that for some people, this book may be too ethereal, too free-flowing, and provides no firm landing points (i.e. applications), which may lead them to shy away from the book. This book, as a collection of short essays, may best be read with open, transparent, and seeking hearts, not with analyzing minds searching for practical answers. When it seems that I am writing to offer answers, please know that they are merely suggestive based on my own journey. In short, I write descriptively, not prescriptively. 

I am a pilgrim on a journey, unrepeatably unique to who I am and how God created me but also on a pilgrimage along with countless other pilgrims, too many to count. As a pilgrim, I got lost numerous times, fell flat on my face, knew deep hunger, faced dangers and hurts, witnessed mountain top panoramic breathtaking views, walked along the dark path, found joy in small wonders, and met other pilgrims along the journey. Thus I write as a pilgrim to and for fellow pilgrims. As such, we may naturally converge and dialogue on some reflections and musings and digress on some others. 

As pilgrims, I imagine that we are not unlike the two disciples walking on the Emmaus Road, talking, discussing, and trying to make sense out of what has happened and is happening with The Reality. Then Jesus suddenly appears and joins us in the journey, though we don’t notice Jesus right away, asking questions and talking with us! I hope what happened to the disciples also happen to us: “Suddenly, their eyes were opened, and they recognized him (Jesus).” (Luke 24: 31) “And they said to each other, ‘Didn’t our hearts burn within us as he talked with us on the road and explained the Scriptures to us?’” (v. 32) Notice the word suddenly. Our habitual tendencies toward planning and prescription are often met with holy spontaneity and shock of Jesus, urging us to relinquish what we used to hold onto before. Eyes opening, recognizing Jesus, and hearts burning during our life’s journey are all common experiences of pilgrims!

Chong Kim

Having led a fairly comfortable and sheltered life in Seoul, Korea, until my father’s business spectacularly failed, my parents decided to immigrate to the U.S. in 1977. I was 14 years old at the time. 

I found Christ during my first year at college. To be more precise, Christ found me.

Freedom is at the core of who I am and what I long to see becomes a reality on earth for all to be who God created them to be without someone (or something) forcing them to be who they are not. 

After serving over 30 years as a missional thinker and activist at Frontier Ventures, previously known as the U.S. Center for World Mission, I am finding myself longing to slow down, create space to live out my contemplative nature, and deepen my pursuit towards true self and freedom. I am seeking a new kind of activism driven by my great desire to create safe space to live authentically.

I approach this book as a platform to share my interior faith journey—riddled with dark valleys and high peaks and uneasy questions and answers and ultimately the ongoing process of shedding my false self and discovering my true self. I hope my journey will resonate with pockets of people who are seeking to live this life as God’s Kingdom citizens—as beloved sons and daughters.

I can easily be spotted at a good coffee shop with a good book (too many good coffees in the world to try them all! Sigh...). I love to watch Phil Rosenthal’s Somebody Feed Phil and the Korean Begin Again series and bleed purple and gold (go Lakers!). I am happily married to my wife, Grace, who is a spiritual director, and we have 4 wonderful adult children. Our family values that we have shaped over time are freedom, fun, and safe space.