I spent nearly eight years at a Korean church, leading Bible study, playing drums, presiding, and occasionally preaching, but I never once read scripture before the congregation in Korean. I've been serving at Broadway now for all of two weeks, yet today I was asked--about 15 minutes before service--to read a passage in Korean. It wasn't totally random because today is World Communion Sunday. In addition to Korean, other languages were incorporated throughout the service (Spanish, Urdu).
While me reading scripture in Korean is amusing, funnier still is that I noticed a Korean family seated in the back--mother and father with a pre-teen daughter and a son who looked to be about college age. My guess is that the family were either visiting the son, who may be a student at Columbia, or the parents were checking out Columbia as a prospective school for him. I'm sure they were just attending the closest church to Columbia, but I wonder what they thought when they heard John 6:23 read in halting Korean by a lanky white guy. Later in the service we also sang the first verse of a hymn in transliterated Korean, which must have left them thinking that Broadway is a little slice of Koreatown in the middle of Harlem.
While me reading scripture in Korean is amusing, funnier still is that I noticed a Korean family seated in the back--mother and father with a pre-teen daughter and a son who looked to be about college age. My guess is that the family were either visiting the son, who may be a student at Columbia, or the parents were checking out Columbia as a prospective school for him. I'm sure they were just attending the closest church to Columbia, but I wonder what they thought when they heard John 6:23 read in halting Korean by a lanky white guy. Later in the service we also sang the first verse of a hymn in transliterated Korean, which must have left them thinking that Broadway is a little slice of Koreatown in the middle of Harlem.
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