Mosquitoes in Winter, A New Job, And Bombs Going off!

Well, turns out there are mosquitoes in the winter.  I couldn't believe it when I saw one camping out on the wall beside my bed last night.  It's freezing out.

I found out last week that I have to get a new job.  My school is closing down at the end of December.  Pray that I hear the Lord's will.

And to top, today North Korea bombed an island not far from where I live.  I live in Incheon, near Seoul.  Maybe God's saying something.  Like get out!  We'll see.  May Jesus richly bless you all!

The Free Open-Air Gym on the Hill in Yeonsu

Big, fat awkward men were gathered on the hill early last Saturday morning.  They're always there at the free gym off the trail up the mountain.  No woman dare venture there.  These men pump iron and stare at one another and think they know more than everyone.  Their strange bodies look like bags of rocks and potatoes, and their faces look like Kim Jung Il, all of 'em.


Then an American shows up, and a South African.  Isaac is giving me my first training.  He's going to redeem my atrophied body.  We start slow and light.  Then, the village know-it-all tells us something in Korean.  He says I need more weight.  Another comes along later and says the same thing.  Isaac steps onto the scene and shows them a thing or to.


The Korean says he's been training for five years.  He has a beer belly and some clunky muscles under his shirt.  Isaac shows the guy his six pack and nearly pokes out the Korean's eyes with them.  The Korean's eyes bulge out and nearly crash with Isaac's stomach muscles as they meet in the middle.

Sole Purpose

I am renewed.  I had the most wonderful experience this weekend.  The church had a retreat near Bundang in the mountains.

More than anything, I learned that Jesus made humanity to worship Him.  We worship no matter what.  It is wired into us.  You will either worship yourself, the world, satan, or Jesus.  Of all these, only Jesus is worthy of worship.  He is not a narcissist.  He truly deserves our worship because all glory is due His name.  He is the way, the truth, and the life, and no one comes to the Father except by Him.

We were made for the sole purpose of worshipping Jesus.  Our entire life must be a living sacrifice unto Him; every word, deed, and thought must worship Him.  It is our sole purpose.

Mexican Food in Seoul

Mexican food in Seoul is sparse and a bit cryptic.  One will hear rumors, strange utterings; one will follow them around dark corners, through alleys, transfer stations, up hills and down them again, always wondering what was the name of the subway stop at which you were suppose to exit.  You write it down, but nothing is ever spelled like it is spoken here.  Everyword has many spellings.  You finally come upon the restaurant and feel you have been traveling for days.

The chips are placed before you and they might be stale and cold.  They might serve them to you in a bowl the size of an ash tray.  The salsa is not salsa.  It's probably just diced tomatoes.  Then the food comes and it may make you want to scream for the price you are paying.  The food is all cold and flavorless, hard and tacky.  All this is possible...but then one day you hear that there is an On The Border in Sinchon.  You tell them to shut up and stop filling you with such nonsense.  Shut up! you say.  They say, No, you shut up!

You find the On The Border, and it is real.  It is in Sinchon on the green line.  You pray over the food.  The chips are perfect.  The waiters are puppy dogs, so kind you want to pet them.  The hot cheese and beans go down and reside in your stomach as dense as mortar, but you are content.  You don't care if it is still not as good as that hole in the wall you know back home called Rosita's or El Sol.  It is good.  It is El Seoul.  Thank you, Lord. 

This Old Seoul

My sincere apologies to the masses.  This blog is very late and has been long-coming.  First off, I commit this blog to the Lord Jesus Christ, praying that He establish my thoughts.  I wouldn't have it any other way.

I begin this first entry desiring to express the things that will be revealed in this blog: poems, rantings, pictures, first-hand accounts, narratives, whatever whim proceeds out of me.  There will not be, of course, any gossip or slander.  That stuff is trash, and it is lifeless.  If this doesn't suit you then move on now.  For those of you who remain, I am honored to share with you what is and what will be my experience in Seoul, South Korea.  Let the ravings of this old Seoul begin!