... he who eats my bread lifted up his heel against me...
caravaggio: kiss of judas, c. 1602 often people are surprised to learn that i used to be a catholic bible study champion in entire city of seoul, way back when i was twelve. i remember meeting the cardinal for the ceremony. wearing my sunday best, eyes casting down, i was somewhat confused what the big deal was, as i have not learned how big, powerful and old the catholic tradition was. after all, south korean isnt one of the 'traditional' catholic countries. my dad, upon religion shopping, chose catholicism for the family (a whole another story about that). since my mother was heavily involved in the local church community, i grew up with loads of bible stories in my childhood. some things did not make sense and some things raised questions rather than answers. but as a little kid, most of my life didnt make much sense, so i just chose to let the differences go and did my bible studies. the fact there was a league and i could do well in it...