Wednesday, January 28, 2009 12:01:08 AM

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"Perfect Actions"

The Beauty To Confess

Keep The Sun In Your Eyes

 

What hope remains for someone who has put the sword through the very heart of the one who took them out of dangers way, nursed them to health in mind, fixed their broken body, gave them a new life with purpose and joy, all in a place of unspeakable beauty abounding in natural mysteries. I am the guilty one; it is I who has put the sword to the heart of a people who have taken me in and been my family after finding me in the a western trash heap bleeding and dying.

It is true that words are like arrows and once loosed can not be stopped; in my case my words are more like swords made out of html computer code; like arrows they have been let loose but more like a sword put to the heart, my publications have been a slow painful penetration of the heart made that way by time it has been in publication. At this point I have the opportunity to stop my pushing upon the sword of my words that are killing the One who has loved me, and try withdrawing the sword in the hopes that I can stop the bleeding of One who gave up everything for me.

Only this One in whom my blade is thrust can save my soul yet my foot is upon the very blood that has saved my life. My mind is numbed by the realization of what I have done. The horror of looking into the face of the one in whom I have shoved my blade has left me dying. I look down at the face and see my Father laying there, He had come to save my life and I thought Him to be my enemy. He had found and rescued me from dying of a blood disease I had been infected with while in the west. Only a transfusion of blood from His body could save me and I mistook Him for an angel of light from hell, I ran him through with my sword. Now I know why I feel my strength failing me and my life slipping away as the enemies of my soul who had once left my life in the trash bin gathering around for the final frenzy feast for I see the blood lines of the transfusion still connected from the veins in my arms to the veins in the arm of my Father whom I have stabbed.

My actions have cut off my own life for I have failed to notice the life sustaining connection of His loving Blood transfusion, He still controls everything and if I haven't come to my senses too late I'm expecting a miracle and that is the chance to stop pushing on the sword and withdraw it with these words.

The date of this terrible action is marked on my web page calendar yet the seeds of this action were planted last year at about this date when in my great loneliness I acted to return to my family in Boston at the expense of injuring members of my family who served my Father's wishes and saved my life.

I have said that the Koreans have the power to assimilate anyone in their way and as they are the ones who saved my life, showed me a morally correct society and a world of family honor. The Korean churches may not be perfect but I can say that in every church in Korea it is the men who are in control and are responsible in accordance with my Father's desire whose blood is still in my veins. I am a Korean and I am a westerner and I will pave a path for those people who take no delight in a morally degenerated life, those who honor their families with two holidays a year, those who keep marriage promises even when life become very difficult, and those with children who delight in education because their society values education and their teachers love them.

I can see clearly that this assimilation is my Father's way of cleansing a diseased western world; be it far from me to stand in the way.

I came back to the west because I knew the people who live here are dying of a disease I once had; it is a disease that has now begun to infect a portion of Korean and Asian society. If I can withdraw my sword and pray that wounds be healed, I can only hope for a miracle to let me publish this before the sun sets.

When my spine was shattered in Korea they quickly acted to help after doctors in the US refused to help. It took two weeks in intensive care to facilitate partical recovery but during that two weeks, two lines were installed at the same time, my intravenous line (IV) and my compute Internet LAN connection; it was clear that my Father knew that my health recovery depended upon two connections; one connection to help my body recover and another connection to help my mind stay in contact with the world.

At this time it is clear I have inflicted serious wounds and now I no longer have connection with others through the Internet just as sure as the Blood flow in the transfusion has been interrupted by the actions of the sword made by my html words. If my Father wills, I have a story to tell about a world and society where women look to their husbands for help and a place where children are valued to the point of being held up as objects of honor. Is it any wonder that such a society would be given power over a people whose women conspire to undermine their husbands' responsibilities, where men don't have the back bone to support the children they help bring into this world and a place where children are slowly killed by moral and social abuse?

The testing field is now open. In comparison to the west (though not perfect) Korean society will vanquish western moral degradation. Here in is the test: Korean society is morally superior to western society and that is due mostly to Asian moral and ethical dictates; America claims to be “ One Nation Under God;" if this is true then the invitation to live in a house with a Christian brother and sister will prove to be far superior to Korean culture. Though Confucian teachings can produce a morally superior society that has lasted thousands of years, it is however less powerful than a life true to Jesus Christ who is God who gave His life Blood for me and everyone in this world.


After an in depth talk with my Father, I have discovered that I did something wrong. It may be the right thing to write about my time in Korea and what I learned about a people and culture that most westerners have no way to understand BUT I have failed to tell this story in "the way" I should tell a story. It has been said it is important to speak the truth but again when you speak the truth you must speak that truth in "Love."

My Father is very powerful and has the ability to stop me from communicating if I fail to do it "His way." So maybe if I change my ways I will be allowed to connect back to the Internet without driving around parking lots in the far north looking for open wireless access; I have gone from being a free flying writer to that of being a "bitty byte beggar". My Father is just!

 

 


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It Begins In Light

 

English Lessons

from the days when

Meaning Was Conveyed Gracefully

 

The Lord preserveth the simple.--PS. cxvi. 6.

 

 

Thy home is with the humble, Lord!
The simple are Thy rest;
Thy lodging is in childlike hearts;
Thou makest there Thy nest.

F. W. FABER.

 

 

This deliverance of the soul from all useless and selfish and unquiet cares, brings to it an unspeakable peace and freedom; this is true
simplicity. This state of entire resignation and perpetual acquiescence produces true liberty; and this liberty brings perfect simplicity. The soul which knows no self-seeking, no interested ends, is thoroughly candid; it goes straight forward without hindrance; its path opens daily more and more to "perfect day," in proportion as its self-renunciation and its self-forgetfulness increase; and its peace, amid whatever troubles beset it, will be as boundless as the depths of the sea.

FRANCOIS DE LA MOTHE FENELON.

 

 

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