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By Jerrica KF Ching

When I first think of the word “honor,” I immediately associate it with acknowledgment and how individual actions can either acknowledge or discredit one’s self and impact one’s interactions with peers, family, and acquaintances. Continue Reading »

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By Melanie Mar Chow

While studying the Greek definition of the word honor —  timi — I came across an interesting discussion. A variant of the word for “honor” — philotimo — has no English meaning but in its original usage is something Greek culture values. It has influenced Greek society for over 1000 years. Continue Reading »

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By April Yamasaki

In her article, “Rethinking Honor with Aristotle and Confucius,” May Sim compares and contrasts what the two great philosophers have to say about “honor” (The Review of Metaphysics 66, December 2012, 263-280). At the risk of oversimplifying her work, it seems that both Aristotle and Confucius understand honor in the sense of behaving honorably and in the sense of receiving honor from others. Continue Reading »

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By Diana Gee

No one who hopes in you will ever be put to shame. -Ps 25:3

You will increase my honor and comfort me once more.Ps 71:21

Shame. That dreaded sense of embarrassment mixed with disgust and self-loathing. Continue Reading »

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By Ajung Sojwal

Like many Asian societies, I grew up in what is understood as an “honor culture.” My experience of that honor culture had much to do with earning public esteem and recognition. Looking back, I can see that much of what I did and said were, indeed, guided by the principle of, “What will people say?”

Over the years, mainly through painful experiences, I have come to a place of understanding that true honor is not so much about external validation but much more about personal integrity and a fearless authenticity. Continue Reading »

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By Angela Ryo

I was at an open house for my daughter’s kindergarten class many years ago, excited to finally meet her teacher. My daughter, Love, had been talking about Mrs. Gardner incessantly for the first month of school, and I wanted to make a good impression on her. Continue Reading »

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By Sarah D. Park

I’ve never really understood what it meant to be proud of your hometown.

At church, I remember how my parents would always ask their peers where their hometown was in Korea, and with that knowledge, they could deduce certain conclusions about that person’s education, temperament, and even cooking skill. (What’s up, Jeolla-do.) Continue Reading »

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