I fell in love with King Arthur and the Matter of Britain (the whole cycle of stories that come out of that legend) in high school when we read Idylls of the King. The language of Tennyson, the mystery of a baby hidden away to be later revealed as the rightful ruler, the promise of his return in the hour of Britain’s greatest need all tugged at my imagination and made me desire more than anything that it be true.
I recently spent the month of March in Korea with my daughter and her family. (More about that next week.) Everywhere we looked we saw crosses, often lit at night, indicating churches. God has done a powerful work in that country in the last fifty years. Almost 30% of the country now identifies as Christian, although Buddhist temples remain as marks of traditional culture. When my daughter and I travelled to Seoul, a monk stood outside the train station, hitting a wood block with a stick.
“The Korean equivalent of a Salvation Army bell ringer,” my daughter explained.
Palm Sunday we attended the army base worship service. My daughter sings on the worship team, but this Sunday there was also a team from the Spanish speaking service, and a worship band of Korean soldiers that had grandson Simeon hopping in the aisles.
LeAnne Hardy has lived in six countries on four continents. Her books come out of her cross-cultural experiences and her passion to use story to convey spiritual truths in a form that will permeate lives.