Friday, 8/18/17
When his Chosen People had
crossed the Jordan, and taken their Promised Land, God reminded them that they
had inherited what they had not worked for.
"I gave you a land that you have not tilled and cities that you have mot
built."
That is true for us too. We
have food grown by others, we drive streets laid out by others. We complain
about being stopped by a red light, without a feeling of gratitude for the traffic
rules laid out by others to keep us safe.
In the first ten years of my
priesthood i was dropped into a land that was devastated by war. We had no electricity,
no paved streets, no phone service, no well-stocked stores.
The people in my Korean town,
with no radios or street lights, wended their way up to our church for night
prayers together, and afterwards we would chat on the edge of our hill. Often
folks told stories about when they were refugees, fleeing the war with no
provisions.
Their word for those flights
before invading armies was PInan, a
story was a Yaggi. A boy named Chor
Wanny had a Pinan-yaggi about his
grandmother getting " the stinking disease." he said they cured her
with the powder from bullets.
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