Easter in Korea is not at all like it is at home.
Easter here is something you have to choose to celebrate. There are no chocolate bunnies, no chocolate eggs. No pictures of rabbits or spring chicken. No tv commercials about the bunny that clucks... or telling you that Zellers is having its easter sale.
No days off...
Even in a country where most people go to church, there is no reminder that "its Friday, but Sunday's coming"! (except for 1 or 2 posters for korean church services).
You have to choose to remember that this weekend is Good Friday and that Sunday is Easter.
Yet having to make the choice to celebrate, should be how it always is. I find so often at home that I just go through the motions, but while I have been in Korea I have to make the CHOICE to celebrate. I have to make the choice to remember. It could be so easy to just let things fall to the way side. And sometimes I fail. But the challenge to make the personal choice to remember and to be active in my faith seems to be a benefit for me. The biggest struggle will be continuing to remember that I have to actively make the choice when I get home.
So often I wonder what things are going to be like when i am back. I still don't know what direction I am going to take. Or where God is going to lead me next. I wonder where I will end up. If I will find a church where I can become actively involved. Or if I will continue to be lazy in my faith. Thats why I dont get involved here. I get lazy. I dont want to go too far from my house to a church that might have more interest and benefit to be, because i want to be able to come home. And I dont want to get involved at the church I go to, because I like being at home, and only seem to want to give up one day a week for the church. Is it like this because I am only here for one year? I wonder... that may be the excuse that I use, but i don't know if its right.
Last night I was able to go to Seoul and join in a Good Friday service, with many international churches from all over the area. Just another glimpse on how it will be some day. So many different colors and different backgrounds of faith, coming together to remember the gift that we were given more than 2000 years ago. It was defiantly a good way to remember. And even though it was a long subway travel, it was worth it. I was glad that I went against my desire to stay home, and went. Now I need to remember to stop being so lazy.
Its Friday, but Sunday's coming! Thanks be to God for that!
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