Would you like some fish bread with that?

Korean people. Korean food. Korean language. Korean culture. Take off your shoes before you come into the building. Cross your legs when you sit down. Show respect to your elders. Efficiency. Cleanliness. Kamsahamnida. 감사합니다

So we went to Korea for a week, just in case you were wondering. Well, technically we were still in Haiti but I was very locationally confused for a while. We stayed at a Korean Methodist missionary base in Port Au Prince where they make bread...bread shaped like fish mind you. Very random. Very Korean. It was very interesting communicating at times as one conversation was often a combination of English, Korean, Spanish and Creole as people spoke all the different words they knew in different languages to try and understand one another. Rather funny! We also spent some time with the Korean UN which was interesting!

So the city of Port Au Prince is a totally different animal to smaller town of Saint Marc. Insanely colourful and wildly designed buses packed to the brim and overflowing with passengers careering down the pot-holed roads...well more like a continuous set of potholes with little bits of road in between. Collapsed or badly damaged buildings still line the roads with very little of the rubble having been cleaned up even almost 10 months since the earthquake. Tent cities cover the hillsides and fill every park and open space with blue and white tarpaulin. Pigs and goats roam the city streets. Roosters BEGIN welcoming the dawn at 11pm and intensify until 6am which means sleep is sometimes hard to come by. When you do sleep you have weird dreams of teammates singing in strange, high-pitched, gargled tones. Our whole team now has a pronounced loathing of roosters and we all eat chicken with bloodthirsty glee.

We went into two tent cities during our week and half the team sweated profusely making fish bread while the other half preoccupied the children and anyone else interested with skits, songs, games, testimonies and teachings. Tears filled our eyes as we shared our testimonies with the people, desperate for them to have revelation of the wonderful love of God. Desperate for love and attention the children attach themselves to you and have to be touching you the whole time. One child on the back, one on the front and five on each limb. We also visited two orphanages and I fell in love again. I talked to several of the teenagers there and most of them have grown up their whole lives in the orphanage. I asked them what their dreams were for their lives and their answer was that they couldn't dream because they can't possibly fulfill their dreams. We take for granted even the ability to have a dream, let alone the opportunities to fulfill it.

After a 3 hour drive up a mountain to an orphanage we stood at a lookout point almost breathless at the beauty that poured into our wide eyes. Pink, orange and purple strokes brushed the sky and poured their golden tones down the mountains and into the city resting in the valley. The mountains and oceans faded into a soft haze in the distance. It was hard to believe the mania, devastation and heartache that filled the seemingly peaceful valley below us. But God says that though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death we need not fear any evil, for he is with us. He says blessed are the poor in spirit for they shall inherit the Kingdom of God.

This next week ahead we will be living in a tent city running a mini-DTS with the people there. The 200 hour burn is gaining momentum. For more info check out my leaders blog www.jasenchung.com. It's insane.

Please keep praying for health, protection, wisdom, love and for the Prayer burn.

Love you guys!

Kerri