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HCF Quarterly May 2011 Volume 3, Issue 1

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Spring is here and the piles of snow are almost gone. Home-owners and gardeners are changing gears and they will soon be preparing their lawns and flower beds. Canadian cities, like Edmonton, come out of their “hibernation.” As Christians, we celebrated Easter as our spring celebra-tion. What does Easter mean to you? It’s that holiday that memorializes Jesus’ resurrec-tion from the dead…and there are also the Easter bunny and those Easter eggs. I really wonder what people think about during this holiday. My perspective is different be-cause there is a “duty” that I have to perform as a pastor — to teach and remind people about the resurrection. There may even be an expectation that my message has to “warm” the heart of those whose faith has been frozen. The purpose of the sermon is to stir up an awareness of God’s Spirit where there was no life or no attention to the God who saves. Christians even hope to invite friends to service because it is one of those “important” services that Christians should attend (the other one being Christmas). I wonder what other people think because it’s a topic that you can’t bring up casually. How would you respond if I asked, “What does Easter mean to you?” You might feel that you have to give the right answer. But having the right

answer doesn’t mean that there is a sense of peace – the “thaw”. The process of thawing began when I was young. My parents were not even churchgoers. However, I had been invited to a local church by a gentle old grandmother up the street from us. My sister and I were warmly received by the Sun-day school teachers. The thaw began as the gospel message was shared and it nested itself in my head, making me won-der if it were true. Did I really need a saviour? Was there a God? The topic of hell and being eternally punished was there (and it was truly scary to consider at the age of nine) but I found myself thinking more of my relationship to a God who could be behind the scenes of my life. I was not scared into accepting Jesus and being born again was not motivated by my desire to escape the fiery depths. Was God true and is the cross the truth for my sins and ulti-mately my salvation? That started the thaw. I may have accepted that truth, starting my faith journey at the age of ten, but I think that there were other “thawing” mo-ments for me. I remember another time when I had a talk with my youth pastor. He would eventually talk with everyone by the end of the retreat. It was a simple talk. “How is your relationship to

Jesus?” was the standard ques-tion. Everyone knew it and prepared their answer. I guess I had rehearsed my answer too. But as a naïve pre-teen, I did-n’t realize the importance of personally wrestling with the personal/emotional truth be-hind the “right” answer. I am sure most of the students in my youth group gave him the standard “right” responses. The thaw was there for me in the personal relationship with my pastor. I guess the greatest “thaw” occurred in my first year at university. There were a num-ber of factors that contributed to my heart being warmed, made soft, broken…(fill in your own personal Christian analogy here). The college group was inviting. I had been recruited by the elementary department to teach Sunday school. I started a relationship that ended. And all the while, my family was not going to church any more than we had in the past. Is this the perfect recipe for my eyes being opened to the gospel? No? It was mine. I needed this per-fect storm to thaw this hard heart to see that I so desper-ately needed Jesus. I needed the fellowship of other Chris-tians who struggled with doubts and temptations. I needed to be a Sunday school teacher to grow in understand-ing the Bible and see its im-pact on children. I had to see

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that the relationship that was started was not one that God had prepared me for. I had to see that my family didn’t need to be going to church; they needed Jesus to thaw their hearts as He was thawing mine. Has the story of Easter thawed your heart? It is a memorial but it is so much more than that. It’s very much like the way we celebrate our birthdays – you may be thankful for another year of life. Children get so excited to receive gifts that they have only been dreaming about. But the real celebration was at the moment when a child was brought into the world. Easter is not just looking back in his-tory. We are not memorializing the story of a man being brought back from death. We are not recognizing that a man said that He was the Son of God and came to save the world from their sins. It is so much more than that. In the real meaning of Easter, we are doing absolutely nothing! The Christ re-enters this world! Jesus first entered the world on the day we recognize as Christmas. We celebrate and memorialize that event. The importance of both stories is not the memorial. The importance is in the actual event and the person that it highlights. This re-entry is God’s faithful message that he does save. He is using Jesus to save. May Easter and Jesus start the thaw.

- Pastor Jin

My Cherished, Heartbreaking Holiday.

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In a week’s time, it will be Mother’s Day. This is a holiday that most people spend with their moms — perhaps to take them out to dinner, surprise them with flowers, lavish them with gifts, and just spend qual-ity time with those who gave birth to them. Alternatively, this may simply be just like any other day for some, where people are not even realising that it IS Mother’s Day. For me, though, this is a holiday that I will mark, every year, for the rest of my life. And it’s funny, considering that I can’t really “celebrate” it, as it is mostly a day of remembrance...but let me back up a bit. As most of you know, my mother passed away from can-cer and various complications; this November will be 10 years since her death. (I can’t believe it’s been so many years al-ready.) In some ways, it feels like a distant “history”, so with-ered and faded that I have to dwell on the past to re-collect my personal memories. And other times it hits me like an unseen tree branch, suddenly so obvious that it tries to make a fool out of me, tears stinging my eyes as they’re conjured up from nowhere. It’s in those times that I remember that although I am not my history, it obviously had — and continues to have — an effect on me. The earliest (solid) memory I have of my mom is when she and I went to go watch a movie together. Interestingly, it was one of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles flicks (kinda odd coming from me, but my two favourite shows in childhood were TMNT and X-Men). After we watched the movie, we took the bus home...only to find out that it was going the other di-rection. My mom was clearly frustrated with herself, and we

rushed off the bus in a huff, dragging an oblivious me with her. It’s a bit of an odd mem-ory to have, I know, but it just reinforces the fact that she loved me and cared for me, considering that she could have done better things than to take me to see guys in bad mutant turtle costumes say corny lines and fight through unrealistic battles, while sitting there wish-ing for Korean subtitles. From what I remember, my mom was a loving, vibrant, social woman who also relished whatever luxuries she had in her life — including (real?) fur coats. And she was pretty. I guess all children think their mom is pretty, but I truly stand by this statement.☺ Also, al-though my dad has ended up as the more travelled one, my mom actually moved to the States before my dad and ap-parently had quite a good grasp of English. So basically, she lived fiercely. I never knew my mom in a perfectly healthy state, though. When I was a toddler, my mom started getting these headaches and fainting spells. The doctors in Flushing, New York found a brain tumour as the cause. Of course, they removed it. (My dad always remarks at this point that while he was agoniz-ing over this, I was being a “heartless” child because I was joyously running around the hospital, oblivious to what was going on. Of course, Dad — I was THREE.) The surgery left my mom with one large scar on her head and another on her thigh (they took the skin and fat from it to reshape her head as best as they could). The areas they removed controlled various motor functions (she never again could swallow quickly, taking an hour or two for meals) and language acqui-

sition (hence her degraded Eng-lish skills). The tumour literally disabled my mom in many ways. Thankfully, it didn’t disable her heart (and I apologize for the corny line). She continued to laugh and cry and yell at me (when I did something wrong, of course)...and she continued to love. She made me lunches. She walked me to and from school every day, even when she was forced to go slowly, with a limp. And she somehow gave birth to my sister, Anna. Anna was and is a wonderful blessing...and a surprise. My parents weren't expecting an-other child. The doctors were-n’t expecting either mother or daughter to live. But live they did, by the grace of God. And in 1993, we went from being Americans to being...well, Americans in Canada. We ad-justed to life here, because we had to. I know that the one who had it the hardest was my mom. See, at this time, because it was too difficult for my mom to raise a child, my (paternal) grandmother came into the picture. I consider her pres-ence in my life to be a blessing, as she truly became a second mom to me and my sister, but it also caused a lot of friction, mostly from the fact that she felt that her daughter-in-law essentially became useless to her son, forcing her to pick up the slack. My grandmother became bitter about the role reversal, and that is the basis of my second “clear” memory. Like I said earlier, my mom lost quite a bit of her motor skills. I mentioned swallowing and walking earlier, but pretty much everything physical was affected. Something like a shower that would take a “normal” person 10 minutes took a couple of hours for her. So one time (I believe I was in

grade 5 or 6), while my mom was washing up, my grand-mother couldn’t take it any-more and basically barged in just to scream and berate her for being “lazy” and “useless”. In that moment, my heart shat-tered. I was furious at my grandmother for doing some-thing so outrageous; I was em-barrassed for my mother, who was absolutely humiliated; and I was heartbroken for my “broken” mom. I then walked in and yelled at my grand-mother to stop, just stop...with the tears soaking my face…. After all that, my grandmother apologized to me. That was good and all, but she abso-lutely refused to apologize to my mom. That just added to the weight that my heart con-tinued to lift day in and day out. (At least it buffed up?) With all this, home life was never easy. This was when I realised that my mother couldn’t really par-ent me anymore; I had to es-sentially parent her instead. At my young age, that was some-thing extremely difficult to accept...so I didn’t. Maybe I thought that if I rejected this train of thought it would never come true. Maybe I believed that this concept was so foreign that I could not accept it. Or maybe I was just being a kid. Whether or not I accepted it, this became reality, as my mother gradually succumbed to the cancer’s after-effects. Long story short, my grand-mother passed away in Novem-ber 1998, and that was the beginning of the end for my mom. My dad thinks his mother’s death shocked Mom; regardless, she was never the same from then onwards. She began physiotherapy as her physical strength got worse , and we were told to make her

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a blur nonetheless. If I was older — say, my current age — I could have done a lot more — transparently showing my love to the woman who raised me and loved me more than I ever realized at the time. But I was a teen. A teen who had a rebel-lious heart and hated the fact that his life was so dramatic and atypical that he was pretty much sullen about everything related to family. Regardless, she was there, so I went, grumpily. My dad would give me constant lectures about how bad a son I was. I struck back, muttering that he wasn’t cogni-zant of the fact that the visits just made me more depressed. Although I wasn’t wrong, I cer-tainly wasn’t getting the whole picture. It was at this time that EKFPC (our parents’ church for many of us here at HCF) decided to do outreaches at the care cen-tre. People encouraged me to go...but how could I? Every time I went...bluntly put, it re-minded me of death. So I said no. I couldn’t ignore the fact that chose to visit this place for my own mother, though, so I went afterwards, while they were all visiting my mom. I stayed by the door while all the people greeted her and bought her flowers (she loved flowers), trying to cheer her up. She seemed to notice, but she was-n’t exactly with it, either. Eventually, people left (because there wasn’t much people could really do or say after a while), and it was just her and me…. Then I broke. It was a combination of things, really — seeing her looking like a senior citizen, wasting away in her wheelchair; being in an-guish because I felt like such a stubborn, selfish child; appreci-ating the kind gestures by the church…. I broke because I

knew she was dying and not getting any better. I knew that there wasn’t much time left and I wasn’t making the most of it. I knew my heart was full of guilt. But I didn’t know what to do with all of these emotions mixing around in a murky, in-decipherable mess. All I could do was sob and say, “Sorry.” Then I heard her cry. I looked

up. She said, “울지마/Don’t cry,” while crying herself. Con-sidering that she didn’t speak to anyone for a few weeks before this, it was a miracle. I, of course, dissolved as I ran to her, hugging her and telling her that I loved her. She replied back, saying, “I love you.” We con-tinued crying into each other’s arms, but I had to eventually say goodbye. This moment is something I will treasure for the rest of my life. Why? Because she never said a word after that. A few months later, after speed-ily declining in health to the point of being in a coma, in November 2001, she passed away. But the moment in the hospital...that was my goodbye. And I’m forever grateful for that. For months afterward, though, I wasn’t so grateful. I was furious with God for taking her away. I remember yelling at God, ask-ing, “WHY!? Isn’t it hard enough being a pastor’s kid and having my grandmother die? Now Mom had to die exactly three years afterwards?!” (I once said that we were cursed, and my dad rebuked me for saying such a thing. I guess I should have known better.) If God is in control, I thought, then why would have he ma-nipulated the “puppet strings” of my life to cause me such grief and agony? Over the following years, I real-ized a life truth — that Satan is the ultimate one who steals,

do all these finger/arm/leg exercises that she HATED do-ing. I mean, it’s understand-able — would you want to be bossed around to do silly exer-cises? — but it was difficult tell-ing my own mom to do things while she had a not-so-positive attitude. And that made me have a not-so-positive attitude in return. Like, she would ask me to get things for her, and I’d get them, but just dump them on her bed or something…. It was all for naught, though, as the stroke hit while I was in Grade 10. I remember visiting her at the U of A hospital. She seemed okay, like she would get back to normal. And so I left, thinking nothing of it really, assuming that things would go back to status quo. But then we visited her later, in much worse condition. Dad told me that she had another stroke and/or fell and hit her head in the washroom, and no one found her almost an hour. Or perhaps it was beyond an hour. Whatever it was, it made it worse. Later, he also ex-plained to me that the fat that was sewn onto my mom’s head was apparently leeching into her brain; the surgical addition that was supposed to benefit my mom’s life ended up sucking it away. All of this made me hate hospitals for a while…. We had no one who could take care of her full-time, as Anna and I were both in school, and my dad had a church to shep-herd. Therefore, we had to put in her a long-term care facility... indefinitely. Obviously, I hated this. (Who’d like it?) But I still hate the fact that it happened during my teen years, when I was old enough to know what was going on but too stupid to actually do the right thing. If I was younger — like my sister — the whole thing would be some sort of blur. A painful blur, but

kills, and destroys lives. God is the one who saved us from that. I now have a firm belief that God wasn’t playing sadis-tic jokes with my life; instead, He fully felt the heartwrench-ing pain of my history — and went through it all with me. Through all this worldly tor-ture, God continued to give me blessings — blessings that I’m increasingly in gratitude of as the years continue to pass by. So now I’m eternally grateful. I’m grateful that I could have

someone I could call 엄마 (umma). I am so glad that for the first 17 years of my life, I had a mother who truly loved me and tried her ultimate best to be the best mom she could be under the restrictions forced upon her life. I’m ex-tremely thankful for the fact that I will remember her and all the good she did (and all the good she was) in my life. While all this was happening, I came across Romans 5:3-5, verses that I found comfort and solace in. “More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering pro-duces endurance, and endur-ance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.” This is what Mother’s Day has been, and will continue to be, for me: a day of remembrance, mourning, and celebration. Above all that, it will be a day of hope. I have hope in a God that has defeated death and sin. This God that has loved and continues to love me, He is who I have faith in. Happy Mother’s Day.

-Stephen

SETTING ASIDE MY SHAMESETTING ASIDE MY SHAMESETTING ASIDE MY SHAMESETTING ASIDE MY SHAME

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“what would they say “what would they say “what would they say “what would they say about me if I said that I about me if I said that I about me if I said that I about me if I said that I didn’t know how to read?”didn’t know how to read?”didn’t know how to read?”didn’t know how to read?” “I had been attending church for a long time, but when I got baptized I started becoming more involved in the activities of the church. I never told any-one that I didn’t know how to read or write, but after being baptized I had to become more active in the church,” says Pedro Quispe, from the village of T’okra, in the high Peruvian Andes. “One day the pastor asked me to do the Bible read-ing. I didn’t attend that service because I was ashamed. How could I do it? For the first time I felt an urgent need to learn to read and write, but in my com-munity there wasn’t any way for me to learn. I decided that I would leave the church. After all, what would they say about me if I said that I didn’t know how to read at 33 years of age?” Pedro is not alone. In fact, over 95% of his fellow people, who

speak the Quechua language, cannot read or write. He con-tinues, “But then I heard about ATEK’s* ministry that educates people on how to teach others to read. I went and found the man who had been trained and signed up for the class. I went to the first class, knowing that this was the opportunity that God had given me. I set my shame aside so that I could learn to read. Now I can read. I am happily attending church and growing in my faith be-cause I can now do the Bible readings. I don’t have to be ashamed anymore. I thank God for giving me this great blessing. And I thank ATEK. I will fol-low God forever because he has shown me his power and his love.” *ATEK: The organization we helped form during our 10 years in Peru which has contin-ued to promote the use of the Cusco Quechua Bible, even after our leaving. Learn more about how they are impacting t h e i r o w n p e o p l e a t

www.atekperu.org. ATEK is an example of what we, Wycliffe Bible Translators (www.wycliffe.ca), do in order that peo-ple’s lives, around the world, will be transformed as they have access to the Word of God in their own language. With over 2000 languages currently spoken in the world that do not have a single verse of the Scrip-tures, there is much left to do. There is a place for each of us in this movement to see that all people — regardless of lan-guage, regardless of race, and regardless of social status — will have the opportunity to have a life-transforming en-counter with God through His Word, in a language they truly understand.

-Guest Speaker Justin Hettinga justin_hettinga@wycliffe.ca

February was a very interesting and fun month for the chil-dren’s ministry, as we studied the book of Ruth. It is a really romantic story about how a girl loses everything. Her circum-stances are pretty grim but then she is notice by a rich and pow-erful man who wants to take care of her. It’s like a Korean drama! But the kids did not agree with me; they thought that part was quite cheesy. The real point, we found in Ruth, was that there are 3 redeemers in this story and God’s hand was in each situation. First we have Ruth, who re-deems her mother-in-law from being alone, poor, and helpless

and gave her hope, friendship, and eventually a “son” who carried on Elimelech’s name. Second, we have Boaz, the kinsman redeemer. He re-deemed Ruth and Naomi from poverty and danger, giving them safety and everything he had – and a “son” who carried on Elimelech’s name. Third, we have our true and greatest redeemer, Jesus. No, He’s not mentioned in this book, but from Boaz and Ruth was Obed and from Obed’s name there is King David. Many generations later, there is Jesus. Jesus re-deems us all from our sins and gave us salvation; because of His death on the cross, we’re able to come before God and

call him Abba Father. After we studied this book, I tested the kids by playing a game of Jeopardy. We had so much fun! We split the kids up into two teams: Team Chloe Chong and Team Phoebe. It was a really close game until Final Jeopardy. Team Phoebe was behind by 500 points and put down 10,000 points (I know you can’t do that but we allowed it just to make it more fun) and team Chloe Chong put down 100 points because they were already winning. The final Jeopardy answer was “The greatest redeemer”. Both teams got the answer right!

Our church has invested in the children’s ministry by buying a portable projector, moving us into the 21st century. Now the kids don’t have to read my chicken scratch handwriting and Su Jin doesn’t have to write out the songs for us. We play games, watch videos, and project all our songs on our new projector. Thanks HCF! Please continue to pray for our children and ask them about their Sunday school lessons. Thank you!

-Hyejin Kim Children’s ministry committee

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WHY WE SHOULD “CHOO” ON THE WORD

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I had an article almost com-pleted and ready to be handed in to our editor-in-chief, “Shim-dog,” and was eager to share thoughts on worship, but at the last minute, I felt the Lord telling me, “Hey…before you encourage the church in the area of worship, why don’t you share some thoughts on the importance of My Word (for you yourself need some en-couragement in it)?” So, church, I’m not sure what is to come of this article, but if it’s from the Lord, there has to be a particular reason, purpose, and blessing. There can be seasons in our Christian faith when we are dried out. Reasons vary and I won’t get into them today (I’ll save in “bringing the real” for another day.) But one way we can easily become dry in our faith and relationship with Christ is when we do not meet Him and know Him in His Word. When we stop building our relationship with God in His Word, it affects EVERY SINGLE PART of our lives. It really does. We all know that! It’s just that we’re high up in our own “La La” land and too ignorant to come down and admit it. Our perspective changes from Christ-centered living to worldly me-centered living. We think, act, love, hate, and make decisions like the world. The list goes on and on. We begin to know Christ from a distance. But church, oh how our Lord longs for us to know Him not from a far, but up close and personally. One way to do that is to know the Lord through His instruc-tions. His word is what sus-tains us and keeps us on the tracks. Here are a couple rea-sons on why and how. It is what our life is built uponIt is what our life is built uponIt is what our life is built uponIt is what our life is built upon We all know the familiar pas-sage of the two builders. One

who built on sand, the other on rock. We know it well enough that we like to skim past the story in our head and just jump to the main punch-line. But between the familiar story line, Jesus asks a question that makes me squirm uncomforta-bly, feeling like He’s directly addressing me and only me. “Why do you call me Lord but don’t do what I say?” (Daaa-nG! Or what Brian Na would say, “Buuuh-ddy!”) “You got me, God. You’re right. Why and how can I call you my Lord when I don’t do what You tell me to do?” I’m sure most of us can relate to this very situation. Christ is trying to teach us that there are stable and not-so-stable foun-dations we can build our lives upon. We can be wise or fool-ish. But here’s the thing: when the fool was building his house on sand, he didn’t know he was foolish. Why would anyone build a house on a shifting foundation? That’s stupid. That man, though, probably just did what felt right to him. The only reason why we see him as foolish because of his consequences, right?! Let’s be real. We do many things that are just outright foolish, think-ing “I got this”, and we don’t know the foolishness of it until after the fact. But the “wise man” didn’t listen to his own ideas; he approached and lis-tened to Jesus. What seals it is the fact that he then puts it into practice. He builds his house upon the wisdom and direction of Christ. Folks, be-ing a Christian isn’t about knowing Christ from a distance, absent-minded in the Word, but it is about labouring to build beliefs, dreams, choices – the very views of the world on the truth of who Jesus is and what He has accomplished. In other words, it’s about being

mindful of God’s Holy Word. It is very important to build our life upon God’s Holy book. Is your life foundation built upon Christ’s wise teachings or upon the unstable fallen knowledge of man? This book will keep you from This book will keep you from This book will keep you from This book will keep you from sin, or sin will keep you from sin, or sin will keep you from sin, or sin will keep you from sin, or sin will keep you from this book.this book.this book.this book. “I have stored up your word in my heart, that I might not sin against you.” [Psalm 119:11] Now I’m not saying the Bible will guarantee a sinless life. But it will protect us, guard us, assist us to overcome old sins, and allow us to boldly face new ones. Let me tell you some-thing I’ve noticed in our Chris-tian community today on sin and temptation. Many people are hard on themselves when they are tempted. Once one feels tempted to do something that isn’t right, they crumble, thinking they failed already. “Well, I’m already feeling tempted so I’ve fallen. Might as well just commit the sin. I’ve already failed.” What have you failed? Don’t allow your-self to think like that. Jesus Himself was tempted, just like how we are today – enticed, persuaded, bargained – to give in to and commit the sin. But He never gave in. Because He never gave in, we have hope and the choice to turn away from sin. Practically speaking, how can This Book help guard and pro-tect us? Memorize Bible versus that will be of encouragement to you in different situations. Deal with circumstances not with your human wisdom-less thoughts but with God’s “wisdom-ful” thoughts, keep-ing you from committing a sin, or rejoicing in praise and cele-bration. Fill your mouth with holy wisdom and assurance. May our unclean lips overflow

with the sweetness of His Word for we have met our Saviour, Lord, and Friend. Knowing our Delight Knowing our Delight Knowing our Delight Knowing our Delight “Your testimonies are my heri-tage forever, for they are the joy of my heart.” [Psalm 119:111] There is nothing on this earth that our heart could find com-plete joy and delight in than in our ruling King. Centuries after centuries the testimonies of God have carried and lived on. Church, it’s you and I who are on this earth right now. Let us continue on in carrying and passing down the Gospel to the generations to come. To know Him and make Him known should be our prayer and aim. Our delight in know-ing our King is found here. If you are not delighting in our Saviour now, then may you be encouraged today to know Him. This doesn’t demand much. I know this sounds like you might have to make a huge effort, but all it takes are small faithful steps. It would delight God to see one of His own tak-ing small steps in faith, growing wisely, than to see one of His own take big steps foolishly. Church, I know we are all at different places when it comes to reading this Holy Book of ours. But may you have been encouraged to do something about it. Don’t think you have to start reading the Bible eve-ryday. Start out slow – per-haps only two or three times a week, then after a few months, four, and so forth. May Christ change you and me as we meet Him, grow in Him, and delight in Him through the reading of these sacred Scriptures that tell of the Good News that gives us life.

-Pastor Ed

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MAY 2011MAY 2011MAY 2011MAY 2011 ANNOUNCEMENTS

♦ FAMLIY CAMP: This year, the camp will NOT be held during the Victo-ria Day long weekend, but the week-end after. If you are able to attend — even for part of the weekend — please speak with any Committee Leader or Pastor Jin.

♦ If you’re wanting to help out with HCF, but have no idea where to start, please speak with Pastor Jin and he will direct you to a team for you.

♦ Please pray for Dean as he continues to recover from his surgery and pro-ceed with his treatment

♦ By the time you read this, Tamara Kim may or may not have given birth. Please continue to pray for the Kims and their child’s health and wellbeing.

♦ The worship team continues to look for people who have a desire to serve on the team. Please speak to Pastor Ed for addi-tional information.

♦ The Mission team continues to collect recyclable bottles and cans for their bottle drive. Should you have a bag (or bags) of empties, please see Pastor Ed to donate.

OUT OF PLACE? OUT OF PLACE? OUT OF PLACE? OUT OF PLACE? The Chung family was not aware that the Committee Fair was not an adoption fair.

Editor-in-chief: Stephen Shim

Co-Editor-in-chief: Pastor Jin

Editor-at-large: Jacob Chun

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of a need to directly serve second-generation Asians in the Edmon-ton area. Since then, the “focus”

of the church has expanded, and we wish to welcome any and all who desire to learn more about

Christ and His followers.

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OUR THEME FOR THE YEAR 2011OUR THEME FOR THE YEAR 2011OUR THEME FOR THE YEAR 2011OUR THEME FOR THE YEAR 2011 During our committee fair, we handed out our church shirts emblazoned with the theme for this year.

EDITOR’S NOTE:EDITOR’S NOTE:EDITOR’S NOTE:EDITOR’S NOTE: A great Bible Reading resource can be found here: http://www.navpress.com/uploadedFiles/15074V20BRP.dj.pdf It is the same one that you received with the newsletter.