Our Freedoms Are Not Easily Wrought
We left Portland at 3:30 PM for a seventeen hour flight to Seoul. We chased the sun deep into Asia before it finally set a little before flying over Japan, about two hours from Seoul. In the late 1980’s, prior to 9/11, we were highly fortunate to spend some time with the aviators in the cockpit of that MD-11 triple engine jet airliner. Those pilots explained just about everything in that cockpit and answered all of our questions – gracious and interesting men. They even turned off the autopilot momentarily and exhibited just how difficult it is to fly a 600,000 pound jet airliner with 300 passengers.
Our purpose for flying to Korea was to help build a small church at a Christian university in Chonan, South Korea. The 25 minute drive from Kimpo International to the bright lights of downtown Seoul moved my spirit as deep as anything ever has. As I gazed out the windows, I noticed small red crosses dotting the landscape. With every sense in me on full tilt, I noticed the same remarkable occurrence in the opposite direction. These South Koreans exercised Freedom of Religion! These six and eight foot high red crosses crowned small churches all across the land in every direction.