On faith
Our Korean Catholic church has asked its members to write about their personal faith and will later publish a book of it. I submitted the following: G.K. Chesterton once said, “Truth is sacred; and if you tell the truth too often nobody will believe it.” I offer these words as an apologia for my faith, not an apology for it, for I know the author and finisher of my faith. Since elementary school, I had been looking for the kind of behavior people ought to practice like fair play, decency or morality. I went about carrying Diogenes’ lamp (if you will) searching for an honest human being. I was at an impasse. Finally, college bound, I began to pursue something good using the wrong method, making no progress. The problem was that I had failed to practice the kind of behavior I expected from other people. It gnawed at me. I no longer had the strength or power to change, no better than an animal looking to unlearn its instincts. My self-conceit and self-will, which should have pushed me to change, also made me unable to do it. What was I to do? Needless to say, a deep depression set in
