🛫 Two Nights in Korea — August 2023

When I heard that my eldest aunt had passed, I bought a ticket the same day. The next morning—Friday—I was on a flight to Korea.

She had loved me in that particular way that aunts love the children who give them the most trouble. I was a handful, and she adored me for it. Going back for her funeral was not a question. But I also went for my parents—to be with them in their grief, to sit beside them in the loss of a sister.

We flew from Incheon Airport down to Buan in North Jeolla Province the morning I arrived, joining the family for the full funeral proceedings. On the drive back up to Seoul, I felt it clearly: God had arranged this trip.

The following day was Sunday, and I was grateful to spend it with my parents in worship. In the afternoon, after the services, my father mentioned there was a special gathering in Heyri and asked if I’d like to come. I didn’t need much convincing.

Heyri Art Village, in Paju—the publishing city—was a place I’d only ever heard about. Walking through it, I thought: I have to bring the kids here. The whole place is an odd, delightful cluster of studios, galleries, museums, and shops, with oversized sculptures tucked around every corner and what was apparently the best tteokbokki in northern Gyeonggi Province calling out to me from across the street.

In the back of Heyri, up on the second floor of a building called “The Church Where the Holy Spirit Lives,” we gathered for something called “Israel’s Restoration and the House of Prayer.” The gathering had been organised by Director Lee Tae-hyeong of Gukmin Books—the man who helped publish my father’s two books, The Bible: My Love, My Life and Son, Live Like This—and it bore the marks of something he’d put his heart into. The guest speakers were Rick and Patricia Ridings, missionaries who for 25 years have led a 24-hour house of prayer in Jerusalem. The attendees were invitation-only: Elder Song Man-seop—founder of KIBI (Korea Israel Bible Institute), established 38 years ago—along with a curated gathering of leaders, missionaries, and their children, around 100 people in total. I’d arrived from England yesterday and was leaving for England tomorrow. Being in that room felt like an undeserved gift.

Just watching Rick and Patricia Ridings was its own kind of sermon. I kept thinking: twenty years from now, I want Shin-ae and me to look like that. There was a quality of Spirit-filled peace about them that wasn’t performed—it was simply who they had become after decades of dwelling in God’s presence.

Missionary Ridings preached from Amos 9:11–15 and 1 Chronicles 15–16, and what he said hit me with the force of something I can only call prophetic weight. The core of the message was simple: in a world full of chaos and complexity, what we need most—what we have always needed most—is the presence of God.

He shared how, forty years ago, on his first visit to Korea, he received a vision at a prayer mountain: go to Jerusalem and build a house of prayer. That became Succat Hallel—“Tent of Praise”—where today, around the clock, worship teams cycle through unceasing prayer and song. (What undid me was this detail: among those teams are two groups made up entirely of children aged 5–12, each capable of leading a full hour of worship on their own. And multiple youth teams able to sustain three hours. Children, in Jerusalem, singing to God without stopping.)

“On that day I will raise up the tabernacle of David, which has fallen down, and repair its damages; I will raise up its ruins, and rebuild it as in the days of old.”

Amos 9:11 (NKJV)

The closing section of his message stopped me cold. On May 14, 1948—a Friday afternoon—Israel declared its independence. As the Sabbath fell that evening and Jews gathered in synagogues across Jerusalem, the Torah portion read aloud was Amos 9:11–15. The same passage. On the very day the nation was reborn.

That passage speaks of three signs preceding Christ’s return: the ingathering of the diaspora, the restoration of David’s Tabernacle—24/7 worship and prayer in Jerusalem—and an acceleration of the harvest of souls. Missionary Ridings looked at us and said: we are living in the specific fulfilment of those prophecies right now.

My chest burned as I heard it.

Yes. Jesus is coming back. The day is not distant. And this is not the season for distraction, for compromise, or for divided hearts. It is the season to strip everything off—every weight, every sin that so easily entangles—and to serve the Lord with undivided devotion.

I flew back to England the next morning. Two nights. But I am still processing what happened in that room in Heyri.