The World According To Chris Brewer

Today was pretty interesting. From about 5-7 a bunch of us from Crimson House headed over to Global University to attend the International Conference on Biblical Hyo. It was really neat — Korean and American educators shared about how the basic Korean principles of a belief called Hyo merges in with the Bible. I didn’t understand it at first and it was kinda tough to digest, but it was really neat to see and speak to brothers and sisters in Christ who hail from South Korea, and are much more learned and farther along spiritually than I’ll probably ever be.

Another interesting part of the night was that we all partook (is that even a word?) in a wonderful dinner of Korean and Japanese food. Which meant sushi and kimchi were on the menu, so I loaded my plate full of California rolls and spicy shrimp. It was absolutely delicious.

I indulged in an opportunity to try a ping-pong roll. I’m not such a fan of raw fish, but Evin had been talking about how wonderful it was, and soon afterward others joined in, including some of the Korean folks from our church. Everyone was pressuring me, so I gave in like a chump and ate it. Everyone watched, of course.

Then everyone decided to interject their comments.

“Slosh it around in your mouth a bit,” said Shauna while watching intently.
“It’s gooey,” said Andrew, who started laughing.
“It’s salty,” said Nick with a smile on his face.
“It’s aliiiiiiiiiiiive,” said Evin in an ominous voice.

I couldn’t get them all to shut up so I simply ate it. It wasn’t bad, and for some reason when I said that it tasted good it disappointed everyone. Rotten people, waiting to see me make a fool of myself.

After we left the conference, I had a nice conversation with Rich, our worship leader, about unity in the body of Christ. Then we talked about our church being a place of spiritual restoration, and then we talked about trivial stuff. Rich and his wife Anita are great people and I am privileged to be getting to know them both.

I forgot to pick up milk on the way home, though. Crap.