How the gospel spreads in North Korea
“Whenever I open my eyes in the morning, I have felt the presence of our Father.”
Each morning, Bae* wakes up and starts her day in a rustic shack in a rural village somewhere in the mountains of North Korea. Her husband is groggy from the short night of sleep, and she can hear the rustling of the other people in her house as they prepare for another day in the fields. She hopes she’ll meet her work quota picking crops. She doesn’t want to risk additional punishment, or the loss of her brief moments during the day when she can forage for food.
Bae heads for the woods whenever she’s able to take a short break. The mushrooms and plants she collects from the forest help stem the growling in her belly, but that extra food is never a sure thing.
Finally, at dusk, she finishes her day. She gets another meal—some watery soup and, if she’s lucky, some rice—and returns to her home.
And then, her real work begins: caring for the small flock of believers in her midst. This is what a church looks like in North Korea.
Note: Names and some identifying story details have been changed or disguised to protect security.