MOUNTAIN CLEFT
“HIS WAY IS IN THE WHIRLWIND and the storm, and clouds are the dust of his feet.” Nahum 1:3
As we continued on our journey through the wintery mountain passes, I grew more comfortable with Shin’s company. Shin told me of his childhood as the eldest son of an important Party cadre. I told him of Father and his bold and relentless faith.
“If I was there,” Shin proclaimed after I told him of Father’s death, “I would have ripped out Agent Lee’s throat with my bare hands.” I was dependent on Shin for my very survival, but I remained terrified of his violent outbursts. I never forgot that it was men like Shin who destroyed my father, who defiled the Old Woman’s body, who abused me so severely in the underground detention center. I longed to believe Shin when he told me of his r
