Today I was invited to take pictures of 사모님s at our church. Our church was hosting the first Korean pastor’s wifes conference. I didn’t think much of it in the beginning. It was just one of those volunteer gigs where I could practice my photography skill…but as I was snapping each individual PWs I started to think about my Mom. My Mom was a PW for 20some years. Most of it were hard years but she had a glimpse of good years before she moved on to heaven. I didn’t notice back then but now I know that the life as a PW of an immigrant church in a foreign country with just handful of members must’ve been hard. -and she put a lot of effort in making our lives a little bit more comfortable the best way she knew how.
I must have focused on about 90 PWs, all kinds of faces with all kinds of expressions and feelings. My youth pastor gave me a challenge once, to listen to the Holy Spirit to see what He is showing me through the lens. Ever since then, I’ve been trying to exercise it.
I saw young and enthusiastic PWs, and the elder PWs who were more laid back and relaxed. My heart really went out to the tired and exhausted PWs. I could feel that some of them really had to squeeze out a smile. During worship I could feel on some of them a reluctant spirit… holding on to bitterness and pain. As time passed on some of their firsts started to enfold into a open hand and rose up like flowers.
At the end of the first night, everyone’s faces seemed to radiate peace and I could sense a readiness that is open to receive what God has in store for them in the next few days.