The calligrapher's daughter_ a novel - Eugenia Kim [138]
Here is something else that will surprise you. Your father is carving many decorative doors and shutters, a hobby that he discounts as mindless and meaningless, but the pieces are exquisite with vines, flowers and birds. Naturally we never speak of it, but I think this also contributes to your father’s improved health.
As to your living situation, I hope that my daughter would find a way to adjust. Ask yourself, where is Jesus’s example in your life? Of course it is an enormous disappointment that your husband is not at home to guide you in his household’s ways, but it is small of you to call it “exile,” and it is rude, as well as pointless, to complain. Is it so bad that you have completely forgotten your upbringing? The student’s wife is your guest, is she not? You say it is not easy to live with her, but remember how Imo took such good care of you? You should return that hospitality to this woman. Some new mothers need more help than others. Try to be more generous in spirit. As for your father-in-law, he is a famous minister, certainly a great man of God. What else matters? You should be honored to be in service to him and his church. In James it says, “Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and He shall lift you up.” Pray for guidance and patience. Think of your in-laws first.
Mother
April 16, 1935
Richmond, Virginia
My Dearest Wife,
During our long Easter vacation, I am glad to have a letter from home to mull over. First let me say how heartened I am to hear from you on the matter of your struggles, and that contrary to your fears, I welcome your confession and admire your frankness in searching for a way to Jesus. There is no shame in admitting weakness in faith. In fact, it is often a necessary step to open one’s eyes to God. The Holy Spirit cannot easily enter an ignorant soul. Nor do I believe that our separation is punishment for lack of faith. That occurrence is not God’s doing but others’. You know of what I speak. However, the opening of your eyes is, I believe, God’s doing.
I laughed at your description of how your neighbor described my youthful days back in the big house. I can see it left quite an impression, and yes, you are wise to have extrapolated that I was searching for the meaning of God at that time. So I will tell you what changed for me, although I believe that faith does not always grow in such a dramatic way. Some people, like your mother, come naturally to grace. I would remind you of her Christian example as one most sincere and inspiring.
What happened is this. In early 1926 I accepted a job as principal of the ChoongKang Christian Elementary School, high in the north, not far from the Yellow River. Now please excuse this long description, but it is an important detail. From Pyeongyang it took almost three full days to reach the school, it was that remote: a half day by train to Gaecheong, a dirt road by bus to Gangweo, then a very treacherous mountain road several hours by bus to Jasang. From that point, there was scant