We would like to thank you all for joining us on this journey during the Lenten season. As we conclude this thematic channel and Lenten season, we hope that you were blessed by all those who have contributed and shared their lives. We would especially like to thank you all who shared their stories, raw at times, for always pushing the envelope further in understanding God’s great grace. We would like to offer a few words as we wrap up this channel.
When I first moved into the Youth Group, I really didn't like having to move out of my comfort zone and to change my normal Sunday routine. To me Sundays in Youth Group consisted of having to wake up early in the morning, listening to a message that had no meaning to my heart, and then eating lunch.
Many Sundays would end up being what I considered a waste of time; and to add to that, Easter was dull to me. I always thought of myself to be insignificant, so naturally when someone would say something like, "God died for you,” it had no meaning. But that all changed when I heard the many messages from my bible study teacher, Hyun-Suk, who really helped to give meaning to the word "Savior"; and soon thereafter Sundays weren't as dim.
It's the single day that defines what it is to be a Christian. His death was for our sins, but His resurrection was for His glory. However, even during this season of joy and excitement, there are people who suffer from solitude and loneliness. But how can we feel lonely and joyless during a time of intimacy and thankfulness with God you ask?
About seven years ago,
Easter didn’t mean anything to me.
I remember clearly that one Easter Sunday—playing basketball with my friends and trying to decide on where to go eat afterwards. We were just driving around in Astoria, Queens and everything was closed. So in frustration I asked, “why is everything closed?” to which my non-Christian friends answered, “because it’s Easter.” And in unbelief and anger I retorted, “So what?”
I’ve always loved Easter. As a child, it represented a general time of joy through community, celebration inundated with pastel colors and pleasant reminders that Spring had finally arrived. Over the years and into adulthood, as I reflected more upon Lent and what the cross meant to me personally, it was a time where my faith was renewed and strengthened. But with the exception of Emma and Olive’s infant baptisms on Easter Sunday in 2009 and 2012, this time of year remained just that - general times of blessing, where nothing significant really stood out. Where no permanent mark was made in my life. Nothing I’d expect to remember for years or decades to come.
That changed last year.
Three months ago, I moved across the world to Korea. Coming here was daunting to say the least – resigning from a job I loved, leaving a supportive work community and a loving church family, saying goodbye to my brother, relatives, my friends, and our pets were not easy. There were many tears shed. But strangely, through the entire process and transition, I knew and felt God walking beside me. Whether it was through conversations with friends and family or the myriad of details in the complex moving process falling right into place, God continually reminded me that He was taking care of me.