ninth

What reflections and connections can you make with this novel?

 

 

            As I read the novel, a lot of ideas about death flashed in my mind. How would it feel like when you are trapped and are about to be killed? How would it feel like when people look at you as a prey? How would it feel like to know that you are going be chopped into bits and pieces and people who killed you will eat you up? How would it feel like to know that a female is going where your jaw bone as a necklace?

 

            Personally, I would feel like crap. It feels bad enough to see someone dying but to know that you aren’t even going to be buried properly, it would suck.

 

            Since middle school I became more aware of ‘death.’ This one word consisting of 5 different letters scares everyone and personally I hate the word.

 

Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death.

 

One of the deaths that made me more conscience to ‘death’ was my grandpa’s death. He was the only grandpa that I knew and the only grandpa that I liked. He was my favorite grandpa because he told me a lot of things. He told me that it’s just as important to learn English as to learn Korean. So I did learn English and nowadays my Korean is fading because I don’t use it a lot. He told me over and over again not to smoke and drink as he smoked and drank. He said smoking and drinking were bad habits and I knew he was telling the truth because he died last year. My dad was his older son and my brother was busy studying in the states so I had to help out with funeral stuff and it sucked big time. I don’t want to know how I’ll handle my parents’ deaths.

 

            Anyway, as I read the Peace Child, I started to think about death. A few times, in the past, I was either close to dying or almost dead. Whenever I think of those experiences I want to shut down my brain and not think about them ever. Shutting down my brain would be quite dangerous to do but all those experiences are the ones that will stay in my memory forever like tattoos. Although I wish not to get haunted by those memories, I will be and I can’t do anything about it.

 

No one wants to die. 

eighth

How different is your modern culture from the Sawi tenants?

 

            In this posting, the Sawi culture that I’ll be talking about will be the original one, the one before the conversion to Christianity.

 

My culture and the Sawi culture are different. I seek chances to learn more about things I’m interested in, while Sawi seek chances to trick and kill people. I live in an apartment, while the Sawi live in tree houses. I eat food which FDA said it was safe to eat, while the Sawi eat each other. I seek peace, while the Sawi seek wars and violence.

 

Why? It is because I have different standards and perspectives compared to the Sawi. The Sawi think that treachery is an honorable thing to do and I disagree. My values, my needs, my thoughts and my life are so different from the Sawi that it is almost meaningless to compare and contrast.

 

seventh

How does Faith relate to the world in which we live?

 

 

            Dictionary.com says faith is belief that is not based on proof. I agree with Dictionary.com because a lot of my teachers said Dictionary.com is a reliable for looking up definitions.

 

If a person doesn’t have faith in anything at all, then the person is not a human because no one can be totally objective. But, people tend not to believe in things that are not based on proof. If something is not proven to be right, or correct, why should one believe the something?

                                               

Thank God, He gave us the ability to think and not become a bunch of idiots staring at the sky. So, after a long trail of thoughts, our ancestors were bored, wanted to know the truth, wanted to become smart, and thusly started what is known as science.

 

Dictionary.com says science is a branch of knowledge or study dealing with a body of facts or truths systematically arranged and showing the operation of general laws.

 

Therefore, through science we were able to identify, describe, and name whatever we see, hear, smell, taste, and touch. The things we couldn’t see, hear, smell, taste, or touch were labeled as unidentified things, irrelevant, or non-existent.

 

My point is that we have become big cowards only assured when the actual proofs are presented. We are so caught up in the scientific methods and the habits of ruling out things that are not proven that we started to become paranoids. Instead of becoming more objective, we became diehard believers of science.

 

For example, when Korean researcher Hwang, Woo Suk lied to the entire world about the potentials of stem cells with his mastery of tweaking data, the entire world was praising jubilantly Hwang for his wonderful work until some people started to question Hwang and proved his work false. It would’ve been very interesting to see the world if Hwang’s treachery was kept unknown.

 

Every human being has faith. If not, then you are in a coma or your brain is dead. Those who are religious have faith in whatever they believe in. Those who aren’t religious have faith in science. Those who are neither the cases mentioned previously are in denial of the obvious.

sixth

5) What do you believe and why?

 

What do I believe…?

 

I believe that I’m an emasculated imbecile who likes to complain a lot. And thusly I also believe that God is the only way to salvation. 

 

I hated rules and still do. I hated to do things according to the rules. I hated to follow the common trend. Since childhood I wanted things in my way.

 

Everything that should be will be.

 

This was the idea that I used to motivate myself to do things. The majority of the things I did were stupid and not worth anything at all but I continued to do them. Instead of following the given rules, I substituted my own.

 

The biggest influence of this way of thinking was my big brother. In all the things I did, my brother was better at it. So, I came up with things that my brother couldn’t do: make new stuff. When I did things, I always tried to come up with different things and take alternative ways. Then, instead of comparing and competing myself to others, I wanted to form my own standard where I can do whatever I want and nobody will do anything about it.

           

I pretty much thought and did whatever I felt like doing until I met God. God sort of set a wall in front of me, a wall which I can never destroy, go through, or climb over. I tried to avoid the wall but then it was like I was trapped by the wall. I learned I was weak. I can do anything but not in front of God.

 

Thusly, I learned that I’m an emasculated imbecile who likes to complain a lot. And because of that, I believe that God is the only way to salvation. 

 

This is what I believe.

fifth

4. What does God expect us to do for other cultures and faiths?

 

            Answer: spread the gospel.

            Unless I’ve had false teachings about God in all the years attending to church and this school, which I strongly doubt, I’m very sure that God expects us to notify the ones who don’t know God about God.

            I have invited many people to come to church and worship God. Some did. Some didn’t. Most of the invitations I offered occurred during the period of time which I call it the-time-when-I-really-didn’t-believe-in-God-but-I-did. I wasn’t so sure about my faith so I was standing on the border of believing God and not believing God.

            As a child, I would work hard to bring friends to church so I get presents from my Sunday school teacher. The presents weren’t cool (pencils, erasers, pens, etc.) but as a kid I had this false hope of the better presents the next time I bring a friend (or two friends if you are skilled), triggered by the sweet talks of my Sunday school teacher. Growing up, I found out that people don’t automatically transform into Christians on the first step in the church building. Thusly, I didn’t and don’t want to force my friends or people that I know to come to church.

            I usually ask people one question, only one time. Do you want to go to church with me? If they say yes, I’m very excited for them to finally meet God. If not, oh well. Maybe I’ll later ask them again (I really don’t, however) or they’ll get other chances to experience God some day. But what if God only gave one chance for them to meet God and that was my question? I’ll ask Him when I see Him.