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Snow White Solitude

 


 

The last fading light of summer's warmth goes away like a fire in teh sky.

 

 

Last night the rain changed to snow in that ever so mysterious fading of the pitter patter of rain drops into the deep silent peace of falling snow. I woke later this morning after feeling the need to sleep in under the warm blankets and double sleeping bags that kept me warm in side the unheated mobile home that allows me to sleep with the windows open. 

I'm making an effort to train my mind to look for all the good things I can find in my life these days back here in the United States. The difference between my life in Korea and the US as far as finding good things to keep focused on is like comparing life in the midst of a brilliant star field of light as it was in Korea to one of being a drift amidst the cold darkness of interstellar space where my eyes strain to find a tiny star far in the distance upon which I fix my bearings. .
 
I'm beginning to discover a routine to my life as I wake each morning outside in the fresh cold arctic air hesitating to make the transition between the warmth of arctic grade sleeping bags and the cold of the space I sleep in. The house I once enjoyed in warmth from the summer has now grown cold as I have turned off the heat to save money on heating costs. 
 
I make my way through the light dusting of snow on the ground into the 60 degree entry way to my friends house; compared to the outside air it feel very warm; however as I make my way to the partially subterranean apartment I can feel the temperature drop slightly to a very chilly 56 degrees. I just keep my winter jacket on and go about my business of washing up after sleep and getting ready for my single treat of the day which is a hot cup of fresh roasted and ground coffee. I sit huddled in my warm jacket reading words from my favorite old devotional where I find the following words:

With his first waking consciousness, he can set himself to take a serious,
manly view of the day before him. He ought to know pretty well on what
lines his difficulty is likely to come, whether in being irritable, or
domineering, or sharp in his bargains, or self-absorbed, or whatever it be;
and now, in this quiet hour, he can take a good, full look at his enemy,
and make up his mind to beat him. It is a good time, too, for giving
his thoughts a range quite beyond himself,--beyond even his own moral
struggles,--a good time, there in the stillness, for going into the realm
of other lives. His wife,--what needs has she for help, for sympathy, that
he can meet? His children,--how can he make the day sweeter to them? This
acquaintance, who is having a hard time; this friend, who dropped a word to
you yesterday that you hardly noticed in your hurry, but that comes up to
you now, revealing in him some finer trait, some deeper hunger, than you
had guessed before,
--now you can think these things over.

G. S. MERRIAM.


I realize that for all the people mentioned that I should give thought to there seems to be a difference in assumption. It mentions giving thought to one wife and yet I realize that in terms of loyalty I am without her as Korean culture has taken first priority. Children, well I never had any children yet I consider the children I may teach as precious as my own. My acquaintances are now left behind in Korea and my local acquaintances are no where to be found; even those who reside close by are are no longer seen unless it is to relay a request to me. A friend who dropped some hint of a need is no where to be found.
 
This reading is encouraging if the one reading it has a wife, children, acquaintances or friends in need.  If I could find a friend in need I could offer the outside shelter as a place of refuge; however I believe few would consider sleeping outside in the arctic every night a choice they would make. . Today I heard someone mention concern that the snow of September makes him concerned about what is coming when winter get here.
 
I must take action to try and preserve my health and right now that means risking the funding for some new running shoes to replace the worn out pair I have been using for the last 3 years in Korea.
 
What a difference, I have gone from a world where people always to everything together to a would of isolation to intense to describe. Even the church here in the west just rush to meet for their hour and half lecture style service after which they all go home; Koreans actually spend time together at church eating a meal together and talking as the make other foods for people of their fellowship.

It has taken some time but now I can understand what is happening between my time in Korea (a “non-Christian country) and the United States (a “Christian” country). My only responsibility is to expose the darkness for what it is and point to the Light as I have lived in it for 11 years.

 

Korea is supposedly a non-Christian country but by their strict adherence to the good principles that shape their culture, they embody all the goodness and light that Christianity represents. On the other hand the United States which claims to be a “Christian” country embodies all the aspects of that which is against Christ. Where does the fault for this problem exist? The answer to this is simply the church in America and perhaps in the west in general.

 

Now as I look back over the six months I have been in the US I can see the finely orchestrated evil that assured my departure from Korea. It all began when I tried to come home to my family in 2008. I acted against God’s will by trying to see my family out of His timing and will; the result was to offend those who were acting on God’s behalf to save me from an evil that was trying to undermine God’s work in my life.

 

My wife made contact with a Korean church in Fairbanks which turned out to be a cult church with a man as pastor being manipulated, and controlled by a very affluent and influential woman. It wasn’t long before the woman realized that I could verify her American husband’s suspicions about the financial waste this false Korean pastor was creating. The woman wanted me out of her bed and breakfast but it meant my Korean wife would have to go with me.

 

Being cast out of her bed and breakfast I asked my friend for help as he professed faith in Christ.  After getting over to his house I was invited to his church. When I got there I could sense that something was not in tune with what gives me life; so I simply went to a church that is similar to the background I have had; but each church was basically a place where people met for about an hour service and just went home. I keep searching for a real genuine church but each time I fail to find one that is sincere. In the process I came across a listing for a church which has a pastor claiming to be an Apostle and his wife a prophetess; I simply know that God in my life does not bear witness to this outrageous claim nor does He bear witness to the spirit of darkness controlling that church and leading many of its member away from Christ. I'm earnestly concerned for those caught in this apostate mess.

 

Now I can see why my country is the opposite of the morally pure country of Korea and I can also see why corrupted Koreans who follow cults find a refuge here in the states among so many cult and luke warm churches. Corrupt Koreans know they can’t fit into their extremely pure structure and desperately seek to escape to the US where they can sell themselves out for money even if it means demeaning themselves by assuming the identity of the very people who destroyed their nation many years ago.

 

The US is in the mess it is in because the churches have lost their first love for Christ and now I see that some have even sold themselves out as servants for Satan. How can a country turn from its thirst for blood when the church has failed to be the guardian of conscience for the nation? Each day when the pledge of allegiance is said my stomach turns when everyone gets to the statement, “One nation under God.” America is heading for the abyss and if any finger of blame is pointed it should be pointed to the church. Ever since I was a child the church has always been just a place that people went to in order to make themselves feel good about themselves.

 

I became a Christine in 1976 after my involvement with drugs brought organized crime to threaten my life. All my friends left and all I had left were memories of a few kind but persistent Christian who were sincerely worried about where my life was going.  In great fear I said, “Jesus I don’t know if you are for real or not but if you are please help me.”  From that time on my whole life changed and I became a teacher for young children. Also from that time on I discovered that the people of the streets were the only ones to help me and the people who picked me up with the big Bibles on their dashboards left me on the streets.

 

Over 30 years later I still find that it is the church people who are leaving me out.

 

 



  

 

September 26 , 2009

 

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English Lessons

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When I awake, I am still with Thee.--PS. cxxxix. 18.

 

Let the glow of love destroy
Cold obedience faintly given;
Wake our hearts to strength and joy
With the flushing eastern heaven.

C. K. VON ROSENROTH.


 

With his first waking consciousness, he can set himself to take a serious, manly view of the day before him. He ought to know pretty well on what lines his difficulty is likely to come, whether in being irritable, or domineering, or sharp in his bargains, or self-absorbed, or whatever it be; and now, in this quiet hour, he can take a good, full look at his enemy, and make up his mind to beat him. It is a good time, too, for giving his thoughts a range quite beyond himself,--beyond even his own moral struggles,--a good time, there in the stillness, for going into the realm of other lives. His wife,--what needs has she for help, for sympathy, that he can meet? His children,--how can he make the day sweeter to them? This acquaintance, who is having a hard time; this friend, who dropped a word to you yesterday that you hardly noticed in your hurry, but that comes up to you now, revealing in him some finer trait, some deeper hunger, than you had guessed before,--now you can think these things over.

G. S. MERRIAM.

 

 

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