Friday, June 3, 2011

Immersed in the work

One day as my companion and I were walking down the street in Busan, South Korea, we suddenly saw a solid wall of rain headed right toward us. We watched it approach, as it devoured the dry pavement as if it were some special effect. For us there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. In an instant we were soaked to the marrow.

Missionaries don't listen to weather reports. Who knew that it was monsoon season?

Of course, everyone else knew the forecast -- they'd all gone home. Except for us and the rain, the streets were deserted. Not a bus or taxi was in sight. We had no choice but to slosh our way back to our apartment through the storm. But at least we were wiser -- we now knew what an approaching monsoon looked like. Maybe next time around we could avoid it!


  1. Love it :D Did I ever mention that my son served in Busan??


  2. Lucky guy! We used to call it the "lower kingdom" because of its location on the peninsula. I'm amazed, Kristin -- you've got connections all over the world!