15 March 2022 – Chapel


“Lord I lift Your name on High”

Lord I love to sing Your praise
I’m so glad You’re in my life
I’m so glad You came to save us

You came from heaven to earth to show the way
From the earth to the cross My debt to pay
from the cross to the grave
From the grave to the sky Lord I lift Your name on high

“Above All”

Above all powers, above all kings
Above all nature and all created things
Above all wisdom and all the ways of man
You were here before the world began

Above all kingdoms, above all thrones
Above all wonders the world has ever known
Above all wealth and treasures of the earth
There’s no way to measure what You’re worth

Crucified, laid behind a stone
You lived to die, rejected and alone
Like a rose, trampled on the ground
You took the fall and thought of me
Above all

SCRIPTURE READING – Revelation 21:1-6a

Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth; for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more. 2 And I saw the holy city, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. 3 And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying,

“See, the home of God is among mortals.
He will dwell] with them;
they will be his peoples,
and God himself will be with them;
4 he will wipe every tear from their eyes.
Death will be no more;
mourning and crying and pain will be no more,
for the first things have passed away.”

5 And the one who was seated on the throne said, “See, I am making all things new.” Also he said, “Write this, for these words are trustworthy and true.” 6 Then he said to me, “It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end.


Silence (Written by MyungSun Han, edited by Jene C. Lee)

Jene C. Lee

At first, I was silent.
As George Floyd took his last breath on the Minnesota streets
As Trayvon Martin held his hands up in the air pleading not to shoot
I was silent.

Again, I was silent.
When people came out to the streets and shouted in one voice
“Black Live Matter” and “Racism is Sin” I was silent
When the cries of the children
looking for their moms reached to my ears from the southern border.
When immigrants and allies raised their voice,
“Immigrant rights are humans right. No human is illegal.”
When the beast ridiculed our friends,
by crying “China Virus” and “Kung Flu”
When people of color were stereotyped as
Being illegal, being inferior, being foreign .

I was taught the security of the community comes first
before the individual’s rights, That’s how I was raised.
Racism seemed like a white and black problem,
the yellow like me did see my place between them.
Surviving in a new land is already tough and tiring,
I was afraid we’d lose customers to our dry cleaners, nail salons, and delis
I thought I need to endure such poor treatment
for I am still a foreigner in America.

And now –
I am silenced.

The killer Intentionally selected spas where Asians worked, Intentionally drove long distances to intentionally kill Six Asian women,
But, They say he just had a bad day. They say he was just fed up.
They say it was not a hate crime.
And so, they say to us: be silent.

Our moms, our aunts, and our sisters
in the places where they shed their tears and sweat
washing strangers’ feet
making less than minimum wage
were now shedding their blood.

Our Asian sisters and brothers are
pushed, beaten, spat on, and killed in San Francisco, LA, New York.

Our children are called “chink!”
My accent mocked
My name thoughtfully given to me by my parents ridiculed
My English skills always in question
My place of origin a regular conversation starter
And all of the above a daily routine,
But, they say it is not discrimination but curiosity
And so, they say to us: be silent.

No I won’t. I refuse to be silent anymore.
No longer to keep this fake peace, unjust security,
and narrow, very narrow version of “us.” No more.

Don’t tell me there is no Asian hate, no Asian Discrimination.
Don’t tell me you better be a good citizen because you are good and nice Asian.
Don’t call me a “Model Minority”
– all with a shut mouth.

Let me tell you who I am.
I am Korean. I am Asian. I am American.

The once silent and silenced voice now speaks:
Stop Asian Hate.
Stop Anti-Asian Violence.

Until justice roll on like a river, and righteousness like a never-failing stream,
I will NOT stop raising my voice for justice and real peace.

Stop the hate against all Immigrants.
Stop Racism against all people of color.

O God!
In our crying silence, we see your children.
Now, You break our silence, and let us speak.
Now, let us speak with your body, tongue, gesture, and Word.
With a new praise of justice by faith,
let us speak with a new voice!
We are God’s Children!
We are whom you love.
Amen and Amen.


Sungwoo Kim


HyunKyung Son


Professor Hyemin Na


Minjin Yu

One: At that very time there were some present who told Jesus about the Galileans whose blood Pilate had mingled with their sacrifices.

He asked them, “Do you think that because these Galileans suffered in this way they were worse sinners than all other Galileans?
No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish as they did.

Many: In light of violence toward the precarious we respond in complex ways.

In our responses, help us not make violence a spectacle,
fodder for our own musings,
or simplify it for a life application toward the American Dream.

In our theologizing, may we untangle you
from individual and collective human decisions that result in harm.

Help us push toward your just kindom on earth.

Or those eighteen who were killed when the tower of Siloam fell on them–do you think that they were worse offenders than all the others living in Jerusalem?
No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish just as they did.”

In light of inexplicable tragedy and natural disasters,
help us not dishonor the dead with any misguided judgment.
Lest we grow death within our own spirits.

Help us push toward your just kindom on earth.

Then he told this parable: “A man had a fig tree planted in his vineyard; and he came looking for fruit on it and found none.
So he said to the gardener, ‘See here! For three years I have come looking for fruit on this fig tree, and still I find none. Cut it down! Why should it be wasting the soil?’
He replied, ‘Sir, let it alone for one more year, until I dig around it and put manure on it.
If it bears fruit next year, well and good; but if not, you can cut it down.'”

It has been a year.

Does the Church eat up space and waste words?
Do the powerful hoard instead of directing privilege and resources toward good?

White supremacy within the Church rots relationships and kills.
Misogyny within the Church rots relationships and kills.

For those of us at the intersection of these human practices of death,
grant us strength and wisdom to flourish despite it all.

For those of us who benefit from these human practices of death,
help us to cut it down, within ourselves first.

Spirit, have mercy on us all.


Have the crowds round you gathered in the midst of the storm?
Is your ship tossed and battered, are you weary and worn?
Don’t lose hope. Someone’s praying for you this very day
And peace be still, is already on the way

Someone is praying for you. Someone is praying for you
So when it seems you’re all alone, and your heart will break in two
Remember someone is praying for you

When it seems that you’ve prayed ‘til your strength is all gone
And your tears fall like raindrops all the day long
God cares and God knows just how much you can bear
God’ll speak your name to someone in prayer

Someone is praying for you. Someone is praying for you
So when it seems you’re all alone, and your heart will break in two
Remember someone is praying for you


Professor Hyemin Na


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