An excerpt from the journal of a member on Korean Refugee Team...
"There it was. The bustling heart of Seoul soaking up the golden rays of the sun while resting on the Han River. In the distance was Namsan Tower, the tallest building in Seoul. It is definitely my favorite view so far. We arrived at our subway station not too far past the view and walked down into this beautiful park where locals and tourists alike were basking out in the grass. The team, along with three of the guys I've been living with, all rented bikes at a cheap rate of 3000 KRW (about $3) an hour and rode away to our child-like hearts content. Today was one of my favorite days thus far because not only was it fun, touristy stuff, but it was great fellowship with the students we were ministering to.
It was only two weeks ago when we moved in to their apartments saying "Hi! My name is ______ and I'm from America. I'm here to help teach English!" and yet, here we were ending the day with cheap ice cream from the local convenience store. It's hard to think that there truly was a point in these playful, bubbly, students' lives where they would not have had the privilege to enjoy any of this at all. Many have already begun to tell their stories and many are not any brighter than ones we've only read about in novels or seen in movies. If anything, many are much darker."
"There it was. The bustling heart of Seoul soaking up the golden rays of the sun while resting on the Han River. In the distance was Namsan Tower, the tallest building in Seoul. It is definitely my favorite view so far. We arrived at our subway station not too far past the view and walked down into this beautiful park where locals and tourists alike were basking out in the grass. The team, along with three of the guys I've been living with, all rented bikes at a cheap rate of 3000 KRW (about $3) an hour and rode away to our child-like hearts content. Today was one of my favorite days thus far because not only was it fun, touristy stuff, but it was great fellowship with the students we were ministering to.
It was only two weeks ago when we moved in to their apartments saying "Hi! My name is ______ and I'm from America. I'm here to help teach English!" and yet, here we were ending the day with cheap ice cream from the local convenience store. It's hard to think that there truly was a point in these playful, bubbly, students' lives where they would not have had the privilege to enjoy any of this at all. Many have already begun to tell their stories and many are not any brighter than ones we've only read about in novels or seen in movies. If anything, many are much darker."
Please continue to pray for these students are beginning new lives in countries that have taken them in, and also those who are still on their way to both physical and spiritual salvation.