Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep....Proverbs 6:10
Here is the chaplain on the subway.
psssst....
This ain't prayer!
psssst....
This ain't prayer!
We have arrived in South Korea, I am sure there will be a story to tell......
Today, we attended a worship and fellowship service at Shalom House in Seoul. After the services and a meal, there was a birthday party for the three birthdays in March.
The founder is Mr. Pak (he is to my left), and he was injured in a hiking accident when he was in his late teens. He went through some low times after the accident, but met a lady that was also physically disabled and a Christian. She helped to give him new insight and to lead him to Christ. Shalom House is the result of her working and sharing with him. Since that time, other Shalom Houses have been set up over Korea. They are not connected in any way, folks would just take the idea and use it where there was a need.
MWR was putting up a new sign to announce upcoming events, and this is how you get your manpower to the top of the sign in Korea. Attention small business owners: Do Not Attempt This At Home!
This morning there was a prayer breakfast for 2-9 and there were almost 100 attendees. SGM Kerns, a member of our chapel and big helper for the chaplain, was the speaker. He will soon be receiving his Masters of Divinity and we will be having a ceremony at the chapel. Although he has already been here a year, he felt the Lord wanted him to stay an extra year (NOT exactly what HE was wanting to do!) and that is going to provide some MUCH needed continuity between the change of chaplains in July.
The chaplain calls SGM Kerns his brother and they are very close friends. Well this morning, our favorite blonde said, "You know, Mom, they call each other brother, but Pop and Dale do look alike." I will let you be the judge. Bald heads and Bibles....rofl
There were the preparations to "welcome" the guys back from their month in the field. We had a gathering and made banners and posters and cooked all manner of baked yummies for them. I spent a couple of evenings in the chaplain's apartment baking 25 dozen cookies in a teensy little oven. It was just easier to bake them there than it was to drag all the ingredients home, bake them in my teensy little oven and then tote all the cookies back to Camp Casey.