When You Feel the Impact of Jesus’ Skin

Originally written for (in)courage After inspecting the skin on his forearm, my son looks up and announces, “My skin isn’t white, but it’s not as dark as my friend Sam’s.” I nod in affirmation. He cocks his head to one side and asks, “So what color am I?” As a mixed race, transracial, part Asian … Continue reading When You Feel the Impact of Jesus’ Skin

I am a Threshold of Flesh and Blood

Image Credit: Foundry Co from Pixabay Originally written for The Mudroom. I was young when I first realized that my biracial existence inhabits liminal space.  We piled into the sticky church van, and left the Californian mountains where I’d spent a week at an Asian American Christian summer camp. It was my first experience at a summer camp, … Continue reading I am a Threshold of Flesh and Blood

Give us This Day

⁣Today was flowers and wind.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣It was gray sky and fighting over legos and laundry.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣Today was empty ⁣⁣⁣⁣and it was abundant. ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣We said⁣⁣⁣⁣I’m sorry.⁣⁣⁣⁣I asked⁣⁣how long?⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣We remembered⁣⁣ ourselves⁣when the sun came back out.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣Today was 2.23 miles ⁣⁣and it was not enough.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣Today was squishing onto this spider swing and smiling for the camera before the afternoon slipped … Continue reading Give us This Day

The Flowers Fight for Us

This post was originally written for (in)courage. I can’t seem to get over the flowers these days. For the last six weeks, the farthest I’ve gone from my home is about half a mile. Most days after lunch, my family and I take a quick walk around our tiny neighborhood loop. We’ve been sheltering-in-place, like … Continue reading The Flowers Fight for Us

The Sacred Work of Celebrating Seollal

On my first trip to Korea as a child, what I  was most excited about was Tteokguk. I knew the rice cake soup my mom made for me came from this country, and I imagined getting to eat it every day. From the moment we arrived and jumped into our first taxi, I sank right into … Continue reading The Sacred Work of Celebrating Seollal