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Word
escape me as I try and find a way to express what
I’m going through at this time but perhaps a
blow by blow detail of what I’m experiencing
may help.
I have just spent the last bit of power in my notebook
computer battery trying to locate viable wireless
Internet links at this far northern reach here in
the town of Fairbanks Alaska.
My system is covered in dust, I have burned up more
gasoline than I would in a normal week, I have drawn
the attention of a social system that is hyper fearful
about cars that wander back alleys and open parking
lots looking for a free block heater outlet as I try
and keep my computer going. I’m very hot after
riding my bicycle around town trying to complete a
test for a CDL that I had passed many years ago and
now find that I’m no longer qualified for the
class of license I need.
I have precious few minutes left before I try and
find another parking lot Internet hot link so my wife
can call her family in Korea I’m wondering what
my Father has in store.
The most significant discovery as been my awakening
to the reality of the American way of life as I have
been overtly focused on some issue coming out of Korea
that are absolutely insignificant in comparison. Now
to me the bit of dirt I have been looking at from
Korea has become a virtual life saving island in the
middle of an ocean of western social decay and moral
decadence. My mind is reeling with the mind blowing
level of opulence I find here in the place I once
knew as home. Truly I can now say that my body came
from this place 11 years ago but what lives in my
body has its association and identity with a goodness
that comes from Korea.
Why would I publish a dark issue about Korea and
now declare my identity came from that country? First
of all the power to assimilate others into the Korean
collative (as I have called it) is very real but the
lack of clarity comes at the place where I try and
define the origin of that power. Now that I have rediscovered
my American roots flailing along without a moral guidance
system just as I left it years ago, the Confucian
system of morality in Korea absolutely puts the western
church to shame. I have returned to the west from
a country where men are men and remain loyal to their
wife and family no matter how difficult things may
get; this is what I miss the most, good men who are
strong enough to be the head of their house hold and
a leader for their wife and children. My stomach churns
to see how many men in the west claim to be men yet
produce children they don’t take responsibility
for; if men are not in position as the source of guidance
and leadership it won’t be long before the ship
goes down. When I speak of ship going down, I’m
speaking of my home land being given over to people
who will provide a moral foundation along with cultural
guidance.
So what is my position in this matter? To be as succinct
as I can, I believe in the power of Pure Love but
I have been handed the switch to select how this Love
comes to my homeland. It is scary to see the pagan
religions of the East but it is far more frightening
to see the church in the west sell out the truth and
power of Pure Love for wealth and prestige. I see
many people here in my homeland that are hungry for
what is genuine but when people who call themselves
“church goers” hear their calls for help
they just say, “Ahh come to my church.”
rather than say come into my life and know Real Love.
It is late and my awkward position in this parking
lot is drawing the attention of people out for a walk
in the midnight sun. I must go for now.
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