27. Language of organization!

27. Language of organization! On January 1, 2030, the new year of the 2030s has finally dawned. As Sam, the president of ‘Molisha’, declared in 2028, today was the first day that Hangul would be used as the official writing system of ‘Molisha’ along with the existing writing system. Yesterday, we came to a mountain lodge on the side of Mt. Koki, which is over 4,000 meters high, to spend the last day of 2029 with our family, spent a day, and greeted the new year of 2030 rising over the mountain early on New Year’s morning. My eldest granddaughter ‘Hana’ (God’s Kingdom), my second grandson ‘Hajun’ (God’s Preparation), and my youngest granddaughter ‘Hayoung’ (God’s Glory) were so happy. Soon, my wife and I will leave our son’s family here and go to Korea. That will be good for everyone and everything. So, in order to have a special time of happy memories with my son’s family, I came to the memorable ‘Koki’ mountain in ‘Molisha’ and I think this will be a very meaningful time for our family. While watching the New Year’s sunrise and eating breakfast at the hotel restaurant, I read the newspaper and there was an article about things that will change in the new year. And among them, the most important thing was that from today, Hangul will be used along with the existing letters. However, that does not mean that any major changes will occur today. If there is a new document created from today or a document created with the existing letters is used up and printed again, the ‘Molisha’ language will be printed in Hangul and used, but the existing documents will still be used as they are. And since all media and newspapers will make their own choices for the time being, it seems that most of the existing letters will be kept as they are for now. However, as time goes by, it will gradually change to Hangul, and as we get closer to 2035, when Hangul will be used in its entirety, the amount of letters written in Hangul will increase even more. And finally, on January 1, 2035, five years later, all letters in ‘Molisha’ will finally be written entirely in Hangul. And when that happens, the power and ability of Hangul will finally be demonstrated. In the newspaper, some of the content was written in Hangul as it was pronounced in ‘Molisha’. However, the letters written in Hangul definitely felt closer to me than the existing letters, and when I asked my children to read them, they said that it felt like they were reading strange Korean. “The atmosphere has changed so much!” When I saw Hangul written in the local newspaper, I thought that if the entire newspaper was written in Hangul, it could create the illusion that we were in Korea, even though the language was different. Thinking about that made me deeply moved. After spending meaningful time with my family, I returned home and started to pack up my things one by one to return to Korea. Starting with the books I brought with me a long time ago, I organized the documents and items I had accumulated over time. I realized that I had so many things. If I were to live simply, I would be able to live without many things, but human greed requires so many things and I have used and owned them accordingly. And I realized that there were quite a few things that I had used for a while and then ended up sleeping in a corner. When I told them that I would be returning to Korea soon, local friends who had been with me and people who had helped me with my ministry invited me to dinner every night. So I was able to naturally express my gratitude to each person and prepared simple but memorable gifts and gave them to each person. I also asked them to continue to pray so that I could continue to carry out my remaining ministry well. And at the end of February, I visited the Hope School for the last time. During that time, the missionary son changed the school a lot, so the atmosphere changed a lot, but the basic structure of the school that cannot be changed still remains the same. And as I watched the children running around and playing, I felt proud of the children who had grown up to be young adults. As I watched the last assembly, I saw the children singing the national anthem, the state song, and the hymn of ‘Molisha’, and praying with their hands together in unison following the principal, and I felt truly strong as I thought about how they would take responsibility for this world in the future. Then, the children sang and danced as a farewell performance that I had prepared to leave this place, and I was grateful for the children. In the end, I thanked the children and told them to study harder and become great people, and briefly talked about how happy it is for people to know God. However, I did not do it too blatantly because I had to make changes in this still Muslim region as my son continued his missionary work, so I was careful to bring up my personal faith story because it could cause great problems or obstacles in the future ministry itself if I made people feel antipathy or rejection toward religion. However, on the other hand, I also wanted to give the children that much spiritual influence at this school where I have been with them for 25 years, no matter how much problems there were. And then, graduates who studied at this school and live in this town came to me and gave me a gift of thanks. It had been 27 years since the school first opened, so all the friends who studied there had grown up and become fathers and mothers. And now, their children are coming to the school to study. These children are much more open-minded spiritually. I ended my speech thinking that this was the reward for opening and operating the school and teaching these children so that they could study, and that it was a small fruit of the gospel. And as I was leaving the school, everyone came out the door and said goodbye with tears in their eyes, and a tear flowed from my eye as well. After leaving the school, I visited a few houses of children who had undergone heart surgery nearby. Most of the boys were out working and not at home, so I went to a house where a Christian family had the surgery, got married, and was living there. When I knocked on the door, they came out holding a two-year-old baby. They said they had three more children, two of whom were going to school and one was sleeping in the room. My heart was filled with pride to see them healthy through the surgery, forming a family, and living as a wonderful mother. And I asked her to pray hard and raise and nurture the children well, and after placing my hand on her head and praying for the last time, as I left the house, a sudden downpour began.