Just about two weeks ago, I heard some incredible news:
Top officials from North Korea had spontaneously decided to come down and meet with South Korean officials.
As I read articles online and scrolled through reactions on Facebook, curiosity turned to eagerness and then downright excitement. As someone who has been praying for the reunification of Korea for a few years now, this was a development that not only peaked my interest, but stirred up my faith.
I lack vision about the details.
Could it really happen peacefully? Will it really happen soon? (As in, the next couple years soon?) Economically, politically, socially, how will all that work? But as I read about this unexpected meeting and Kim Jong Un’s lengthy absence from the public light, excitement began to grow.
I could suddenly imagine it:
The North humbling itself; the South opening its arms.
Within the week, news broke of shots fired between North and South. And then Kim Jong Un also publicly appeared, putting to rest the rumors that he could be dead or dying. But I didn’t feel disappointed or disillusioned; I found my faith unshaken.
I realized the new developments didn’t bother me because what I gained from that first news bulletin wasn’t just hope in the political terrain of this country or in a clear plan for reunification, it was hope in something deeper. I was reminded of what God is capable of.
I saw something impossible happening before my eyes, something I personally had never conceived of. And in that moment I knew: The impossible is possible.