Church

One of the secret reasons I wanted to come back to Korea was because of the experience I had at this church here two years ago. I felt like I could grow a lot spiritually from being a part of this church for a more extended time. This morning I wasn’t sure if the service would live up to all my expectations, but returning today felt like coming home. Or maybe not coming home, but rather continuing on a journey I was meant to take.

I made a lot of friends today and finally felt part of a community here in Korea.

I chatted with a bunch of people, exchanged info with a girl going to the same school as me, signed up for a Bible study and small group, re-met a guy who recognized me from two years ago, even ran into an acquaintance from college who is finishing up her Fulbright grant year and lives in my apartment building (coolest surprise ever!).

But that wasn’t even the best part of my day.

The best part was the worship service.

The noise level in that small room was rather high, but the passion in the voices around me was inspiring. No, more than just inspiring, transformative. There were things I knew during that service that often elude me when I’m alone, certain truths whose power is all too often lost in the busyness and distraction of everyday life. There were many moments I was fighting to keep back the tears.

I can’t really explain it.  I just kept thinking to myself: Is there anything better than this?

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Elizabeth is an American living in South Korea who believes in destiny, miracles, and living life intentionally. She holds to simple faith in a complex world, values the beauty of the everyday, and strives for vulnerability with other imperfect humans. She is always learning, laughing, and finding herself in awe of grace.

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