When our family fled south to escape the invading North Koreans during the Korean War, our family consisted of 6 people: my grandmother (who at the time was younger than my wife is now), my uncle (who was in 8th grade), my brother (who was 4), myself (7 years old), and twin aunts, who were high school seniors at the time. My grandfather was exposed to Western culture early in his life. In fact, he attended the same language school as the first president of South Korea, who earned a Ph. D at Princeton before becoming president. Because of this, our family members started ...

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I am writing this from San Jose. My wife turned sixty on March 13. My son Danny and his daughter Abby's birthdays are also in March. For Korean-Americans, a baby's first birthday means something special. So all of our families, including Sunju and Peter, are here to celebrate three birthdays; one celebration every day for three days. I can't believe that my wife is now sixty years old and that we've lived together for 36 years. How true it is that time flies like an arrow! Speaking of my wife, as some of you may know, she started working again part time last January at ...

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A while back, I received an email from a church member. He had returned from a long trip abroad and had not yet recovered from jet lag. When he found himself awake in the middle of the night, he decided to attend an early morning prayer meeting at a nearby Korean-American church instead of trying to go back to sleep. During the sermon, the pastor of the church said in passing how a member of a growing church in the area asked a member of his church: "Why are you still attending a spiritually dead church?" Our member surmised that the pastor was talking about our church ...

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