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World meet Cefalu. I can’t believe I had the time of my life over the past 1.5 months in 5 different countries and 3 different continents. Continental breakfasts and peacocks, hydro dams and gelato, swedish castles and family. Life is holding on. I am in love. A world opens of imagination when I play with my nephew 1000 miles away from sanity and 2000 more away from the rest. As bubbles blow past our faces the sea of infinity opens with the hands of the little man related to me. 3 years old. It is amazing how God fixes us and prepares us, gives us rest and places us with so much love in his hands. We are worth so much to him. So now that I am here in Cefalu and in peace, i can see the end of my trip approaching like this upcoming wave about to hit the shore infront of me while I dine with the stars and rocks around me. Here I am and I take my time. Forgetting which song is playing I tip mine on these islands of wood above sharp stones. I am in love with someone I don’t even know and if God has me meet her I will consider myself blessed. If I never meet her then I will continue to dine by myself in the most beautiful places in the world and the empty place setting for this constant table for two will remind me that no matter if I am hungry or full, God always guides me home.   The stones I am above and the ancient city behind me, the couple in love next to me and the group in front of me, the beach the bronzed my skin and the yellow umbrellas reminding me of my mother, all has brought a message home to me. In the place where all the Sicilians go to vacation I am sitting alone. When will we have the willingness to let Sacrifice sit at our table and dine without us inviting Consequence too. London. then Detroit.


I am leaving for Rome from Sweden right now. My brother is in France on the coast on his honeymoon. The slightest hint of red seeps from the farm houses we pass by on this bus as the sun rises 4 am Tuesday morning. It takes about 3 hours for the sun to rise here. It starts deep purple, and then hit the lower higher clouds with a violent pink whip and thus the highway and the surroundings are illuminated in a warm coat. I am on a bus. I feel and think about how I feel. What I am feeling. I can write for hours about the way my life looks and the looks  that my life mirrors. But i don’t really talk about what am I expecting or feeling. Some will remember this as the best 7 days of my life. We drive the next 2 hours to skafska airport in sweden as the light grows stronger from the sun. Street lamps yet to turn off. A photo is snapped of the sunrise, about to be taken back to korea. My mom an dad right now are on their way to sto for a trip back to dc. In love maybe more than when they got on the plane trip.

Every morning for the past week a woman who slept for two hours last night sets the table for the guests decorating it with cheese and salami, coffee and yougurt. After that her shadow will be seen in repitition casted upon white and yellow laced sheets being lightly placed on the morning lit clothes line. One by  one the sheets witll be placed, one of the most beautiful things to watch. Dobuled tied between the end of a 1700’s style swedish home and a old tree behind the breakfast table located on the lwan. The sheets profile her.

My brother will wake up as a man, ready to take his wife to france. my sister will wake up in califonrina, ready for her son , a bit tired from her trip by ready to serbe the lord and her husband.  my older brother will be ready for a new york state of mind and his wife will be thinking of when she last thought of how a baby would feel in side her stomach, now realizing it is for real.
Believe we are a feamily.

It is most rimportnat thing to do.

You ask, again, , And I answer. again. I am now past the faise that I don’t want to leave sweden and I am now anticipating rome. Countless bikes line up for their owners atto come from the train station. as people que for the bus I am on. 33 mintues after we left. What is importnat and what is eternal. What is important and what is from the world. from the world and amazing to remember.

Chris, you are very much

morning view from bus. "nothing special" scenes make room for great imagination.

morning view from bus. "nothing special" scenes make room for great imagination.

my pride and joy.

Rome, Here I come.

Hey, just wanted to say I love Real Church. Miss you guys tons. In italy for now. God is great. I love my family and especially my little brother. Great weekend Chris. Have fun in France

Chris and Maria 5 days before wedding, Vispi, Gotland

Chris and Maria 5 days before wedding, Vispi, Gotland

Chris and Maria in Gotland.

I have to get the energy to write sometimes. Like now. But the experience i lived without the energy to write is not relayed for or by you who are reading my entry. This is the basic story and I will go into the stylized written in detail story hopefully tomorrow. I have had to take a day to think how to tell this story because it only had to do with 5 minutes of my life.

A beautiful Swedish blond woman crashed her bike late at night behind my back. I turned around and she was ending her fall, already mostly on the ground, and all I saw was her head hit the ground. What followed was surreal. I have to tell it like I saw it. And how I see things in this context is like a movie I am in and at the same time filming in my mind. I will have to tell you later.

All of the story is with my brother and his fiance, Maria, 4 days before their wedding on Saturday, in a castle, on an island, in Sweden.

The weather here is beautiful. I am staying in Linkoping. I took a lot of time today to eat ice cream from various vendors. Also ate 3 real german brauts.

Chris and Maria in an old church from 1280 AD. I wonder if people back then had a better understanding of Christ.

Chris and Maria in an old church from 1280 AD. I wonder if people back then had a better understanding of Christ.

Times Changing. Driving gansta style in a 1983 Saab in the countryside.

Times Changing. Driving gansta style in a 1983 Saab in the countryside.

During dreaming a few days ago I was in between two streams of conscience and a child from Africa came up to me and said some scripture relating to my life I am living. I don’t remember what the exact scripture the boy said, but the point was that it was alive. I asked a question about life following the scripture and the boy only repeated the scripture without reference to my internal inquiry. My question got eaten up by the truth that life is not found but lived in scripture. Other questions about other things don’t go answered. They will find a way by themselves to work. But it is scripture that yields answers that need to be found. Even if you don’t ask the right questions.