1954: I sometimes forget my own past
1954 Taegu or Daegu. It’s so easy to forget the past. I forget sometimes that all of my grandparents, uncles, and my parents were born in this city. I forget sometimes that my parents were both a pre-teen and a teenager in 1954. I forget sometimes that my grandfather was a pastor and a translator for the American GI’s that were there during the Korean War only a few years earlier. I forget sometimes how much my parents had suffered before I was born and yet were able to overcome. I have been trying to picture what it was like to have lived the life my mother did. Here I tried to reflect: http://www.jumbobody.com/blog/?p=29.
The following pictures were taken by an American Christian as a young man. They are truly amazing:
On a spiritual note, I sometimes forget my own spiritual past and how the Lord has used every ounce of joy, pain, and suffering in myself and those around me to mold me into becoming the man he desires me to be. Sometimes one of the Lord’s greatest gifts is that we forget the past. Other times, it is a gift from the Lord to have us clearly remember our history so that we can forge ahead into what He has called us to do. These pictures are simply a reminder of a part of my past that should never be forgotten.