Compassion

If you could have walked with me the two blocks to the Chinese bakery for some breakfast buns this morning, you would have seen that truly this is the city that never sleeps. (All these people, give me a sense of security!)

The playground was alive with colorful Asian groups exercising, along with the silent protesters of the Fulan Gong cult. (Labeled such by the Chinese government. I cannot say if it is or isn’t.) You will see these groups in the playground every morning of the week, so I did not detour to watch the Asians dance though it’s interesting enough.

I went because I saw the Word being preached. I heard, “Repent. Jesus saves.” I saw a line of ragged homeless men respectfully listening while “being warmed and filled” with hot soup. Along with a salvation banner, there was a South Korean and a United States flag.

There are large South Korean churches in our community. If I understand correctly, these churches are themselves the result of missionaries to South Korea in the latter 1800’s.and early 1900’s. Isaiah 55:11 So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.

I am thankful for the Word being spread with compassion in our community. Have a blessed Sunday. Berniece

P.s. Meanwhile, North Korea is a closed and a dark country. There aren’t many North Koreans in NYC. (Maybe only two!) Pray for the North Koreans.