(A short account of an incident that I witnessed in a coffee shop in Seoul. It happened quite fast, but left a deep impression. I believe there was some profound metaphor in this moment.)

Young Korean girl.

Hurt and crying.

Taking out anger on brother.

Hitting and kicking him.

Somehow deeply hurt emotionally.

It’s not nice or good to hit and kick.

But I take no offense at her sin.

I feel deep compassion for her.

She is hurting.

She is reacting out of a wound inflicted on her.

Afflicted on something deep within her.

I have this strong desire to wrap her up in my arms and have love pour out from me and into to her.

To heal her.

That she wouldn’t be so hurt and affected by her brothers’ words.

But I can’t.

I don’t have relationship with her.

I’m a stranger to her.

You need relationship and trust to do such a thing.

Then she leaves.