Response after watching 'Seoul Train'

I just finished watching the documentary Seoul Train.

My dear friend, Carolyn Land, recommended it to me. While I had heard of it being broadcast on public television, I paid little attention figuring when do I have the time to watch television? But Carolyn shared with me some of the stories behind it and how it moved her heart to think beyond her city, community, and to think of injustice committed everywhere as her burden, I was sold. I bought the DVD from the website the very next day.

Somehow I knew that it would be difficult to watch. I knew that I shouldn't watch it with others, because there are times my heart is so softened that I weep and moan for what I see. I wept. Sometimes at the most inexplicable moments, I wept. I could not explain it. There is something about me seeing others that look like me suffer. I know, that sounds so ethnocentric, but I just, I can't explain how powerful it is to look at these North Koreans, and wonder why that's not me. Wonder how I'm here, overweight while those children pick scraps off the muddy ground. Why me? while I'm worried about gas prices going up twenty cents and these mothers with scars and willing to risk the threat of hard labor to take one breath in a free country. I'm such a fool. A wealthy, well-fed, well-rested, ignorant fool.

After the movie and my face tightened with dried tears on my face, I cannot sit still. I know that there must be many South Korean Christians working toward this end, but their absence in the documentary bothers me. What's more, while I value the work of the directors and producers, I could not help but wonder where were the Korean American Christians? Where was I? Why was I not there?

Shouldn't this battle be mine? Shouldn't this atrocity being committed to people that look like my family be my burden? Why have I never heard this in my church? Why have I never even wondered what was going on?

Seek the lost. Active verb. Seek. Seek the Kingdom and you shall find. I didn't find out about the gospel, it sought me. How is it that I have failed to seek? It's like this game of telephone stopped with me. I stopped. The message stopped. Go. For God's sake, do something. Do something.

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