From Soyoung L. Kim
One day, I was sitting in traffic, when I saw a scruffy looking guy holding a paper cup, walking towards me between the cars. The usual thoughts ran through my head: what will he use the money for? Does he really need it or am I the fool for feeling badly for him? For a moment, I hesitated, and then dug around in the little coin compartment of the car. Sadly, I could only find a dollar worth of coins. I dropped them into the man’s cup, apologetically, but the man gave me a big smile and a hearty, “thank you,” and carried on down the road.
So often, I feel like I did at that moment when dropping those few coins in the man’s paper cup. It is not enough. I cannot help end world hunger. I cannot solve any major problems on this earth. My vocation in this life has absolutely no worth or any usefulness to anyone. If I stop doing what I do, there’s someone else who can do it better than me to take my place.
But the resurrection changes all of that. “And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.” (Romans 8:23-25) We do not see the worth of our work sometimes because we cannot see the great hope for which we have been saved. We are blind to our destiny and God’s plan. To me, most days, it seems impossible that my little works here and now has any part in God’s grand vision. They are like the grass that is renewed and flourishes in the morning, but in the evening, it fades and withers (Psalm 90:5,6). Yet, because of our hope, we can cry out, like the Psalmist, “Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us, and establish the work of our hands upon us; yes, establish the work of our hands!” (Psalm 90:17)
I am an artist and sometimes writer, living in Brookline with my husband and 3 daughters. I love to travel, whether it be through the actual act of traveling, reading, watching a movie, or even listening to someone tell a good tale.