I’m in a season of gearshifting this spring and summer.
Since I’ve stepped down from serving the Korean church, I’ve taken the time to fly under the radar and visit a Filipino church and some other small, but vibrant community churches. For a change, and at least for this season, it’s been great to relax and rest on Sundays and not have to worry about the details of service and preparation. It makes me understand both clergy and laity a bit more and that has been refreshing.
My employment (in the traditional corporate setting) is also going to change soon, which as it draws closer, is bringing new issues of my heart. I can see how in some ways, how the work of my hands has lulled me into a sense that I can provide security and (the most curious) sense of pride in who I am and what I do. While I’m doing this to pursue deeper passions, I find myself with a strange hesitation to leaving. I imagine my uncomfortable answer to the ubiquitous question “What do you do for a living?” takes on something that is increasingly unorthodox. It appears that my job title will no longer hide the fact that I’m not “normal” and that’s one particular mask that I wish I could keep.
In epilogue to the story of crime in my neighborhood, my wife and I decided to go forth with our original plans to move in-town. So we’re selling our house and buying another which has brought up all kinds of interesting issues — the demographics around us are changing in every which way. It’s brought up all kinds of conversations that have revealed something I had never verbalized before. That is, I’m prejudiced against rich people.

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