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By Diana Gee

Surely he took up our pain
and bore our suffering,
yet we considered him punished by God,
stricken by him, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on him,
and by his wounds we are healed.
Isaiah 53:4-5
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By Maria Liu Wong

As I walk towards the end of the block, I see Monique and her kids cross the street. They used to live upstairs in an affordable housing unit above our gallery in central Harlem, but have since moved a few blocks over. In the past three years, they have gone from upstairs neighbor to regular visitors a few times a week, stopping by after school to look at the latest exhibition and make art at our designated “makerspace” with Anthony, our manager.

On Tuesdays just before 1:00 pm, a van pulls up in front of the gallery. A group from The Fisher Center, a day center for adults with special needs, emerges and heads to the door, to be greeted by Anthony and Sachi, another colleague. For the past month or so, they have been coming to look at and make art together. (more…)

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By Eun Joo Angela Ryo

During my English teaching years, I learned that there’s so much power in redeeming your pain and wounds instead of hiding or running away from them. Our family immigrated to the United States from Korea on a business visa which expired shortly after we arrived. All my childhood, adolescent and young adult years, I lived in fear and hopelessness of being undocumented. (more…)

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By Sarah D. Park 

I’m a 5’2″ slightly-built Korean woman. I’m often mistaken for being a student despite being 30 years old. Because of my petite size and by virtue of being a woman, looking out for my safety has become second nature to me. I also grew up knowing that my body is wired to avoid harm, with innate survival instincts that can cause me to flinch, run, or fight back before I can think to react. So when I heard that white supremacist and alt-right groups known for their violence would be coming to my neighborhood to throw a rally, it never occurred to me to be anywhere near that action. (more…)

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By Ajung Sojwal

I have called you by name, you are mine. –Isaiah 43:1

Nobody can prepare you for that moment when you get to meet your child for the first time. For nine months, I nurtured and carried her in my womb; never could I imagine what she would look like or who she would be. When I finally held her in my arms, I was overcome with a deep sense of recognition of her as mine completely. (more…)

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By Wendy Choy-Chan

I had always felt inclined to attend social gatherings — potluck dinners, outings, movies, even activities I didn’t really enjoy but where I could just hang out with friends. However, almost every time, especially when it involved a big group of people, I came home exhausted and disappointed. (more…)

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By Debbie Gin

“I want to go back home.  I want to go back HOME!” I remember screaming through sobs, while my mom—half bewildered, half understanding my deep sorrow—tried to console me.  It had only been a couple weeks since our move from the comforts of a burgeoning Koreatown, Los Angeles, to the then predominantly White Hacienda Heights.  (more…)

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By Liz Chang

Called it! Is what we would say when playing basketball. We would shoot the basketball, and when we took a shot that we knew was headed right into the basket, we would say, “That’s going in,” and not even run in for the rebound. If we made the shot despite opponents’ doubts, we would say it: “Called it.” That basketball belonged in that hoop. (more…)

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By Ajung Sojwal

but I have called you friends, because I have made known to you everything… John 15:15

I met her on the first day of kindergarten. Jet-black hair, much longer than my bob cut, with the friendliest smile I had ever seen on anyone. She took one look at my cautious examination of the classroom and pulled me to sit next to her on the second bench. (more…)

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By Sharon Lee Song

We don’t use our imaginations enough.  My imagination is what has helped to keep Scripture alive for me.  When various life issues and challenges arise, I’ve looked to Scripture because I wanted to know how other people have handled similar situations or challenges, particularly the way Jesus managed them.  (more…)

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