What can I say? It has been too long since my last blog entry. Much has happened in the past month, and that is partly the reason for the delay in my writing. I will attempt to tell about the past month without writing something that will take you a month to read.
Pastor Sejun and I lived away from home for a week and a half. I continued teaching the Wednesday lunchtime English Bible Study at the Paik Hospital...
...and teaching the Thursday morning English Bible class at the Yeomyung School where I discovered the students enjoyed Dunkin Munchkins just as much as the students at GGCA.
Grace Mission Church prepared a pot luck luncheon to celebrate Korean Christian Thanksgiving, not to be confused with Korean Thanksgiving (Chuseok) or American Thanksgiving. (Can you spot the kimchi?)
It was a busy month. I spent American Thanksgiving Day teaching Bible class at Yeomyung School, then helping a sister in our church move out of her apartment, and then grocery shopping before going to the apartment where some American Christian school teachers had prepared turkey and all the trimmings. Black Friday was spent teaching in the morning and then being part of a special event for Korean special needs preschoolers.
Sometimes I feel like this guy, like I am walking around in a fog, trying to stay on the road, trying to find my way, wondering what's up ahead, wondering if I'm going in the right direction. I'm a guy with a license to preach in a foreign country who has no pastor to mentor him and who will soon have no team members other than the native people in his church. This blog is called "What Was I Thinking?" and I ask myself that question now and then: What was I thinking - what was anybody thinking - when they sent me here to do this?
And then there are other days when I feel like this guy, enjoying his fruit. Sometimes, I get to taste a little bit of fruit, like when a church member says in a rap session that the message spoke to her heart and encouraged her, or when a Yeomyung School student comes up to me after Bible class and says, "This class is fun. I like it" with a huge smile on his face. Just like Paul who called himself the least of the apostles and not fit to be called an apostle, I am the least of pastors and not fit to be called a pastor. But I do it. I preach and I teach because that's what is needed, and somehow God uses me and people's lives are changed by the Word of God... even when it comes out of my mouth.