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The Jesus Abbey Story by Bunny Torrey My parents had been teaching at the Anglican seminary in Seoul for seven years when they decided to pack up and head to the mountains to build a house where they and a few others would lead a simple life of prayer and farming. This small community was to be an experiment in Christian living, which my parents had articulated into "the three labs" of the Christian life; the Christian's personal relationship with God, the Christian's relationship with other Christians, and the relationship of Christians (the church) with the world. It soon became evident that Jesus Abbey would indeed provide the intensive "laboratory" experience of living the Christian life in close community with others, in a rugged physical environment, and under circumstances that constantly demanded faith in God's provision. But the manner in which the Abbey's role unfolded was beyond expectation. At the beginning, Mom and Dad didn't expect the community to exceed about ten members, and little attempt had been made to recruit volunteers or advertise the Abbey's founding. Some who had promised to stay and help left, but many others took their place, and by the time the building began, there were fourteen men living in the army tent pitched at the site deep in a Kangwondo valley. In the winter of 1965, Mom and my sister Yancey were able to join Dad, my brother Ben, and the men and women at the site and move into what was completed of the many-tiered stone building. The life of Jesus Abbey began, and I was born the next year--one among the first of many unexpected arrivals! People came from all different denominations, social classes, and personal and family situations to become part of the Abbey household, something unheard of in the hierarchical and respectively exclusive framework of Korean society. At the Abbey, the wealthy businessman and the homeless alcoholic, the seminarian and the skeptic, the pampered college student and the factory worker all had to share rooms and meals, and work and worship together. One guest once remarked that it was the first time he had even had a meaningful conversation with someone from another denomination. At another time, the leaders of two rival gangs from a southern city met each other at the Abbey where they had been sent by missionaries and the police as an alternative to jail. Their mutual animosity soon exploded in a drunken brawl--curses, fists, and broken glass flying, but strong hands and loud, earnest, and lengthy prayers subdued the fight, and the two men eventually became "brothers". News spread about the Abbey, this unusual place where people of divergent backgrounds and personalities lived and worked together, where people changed, where overlooked biblical teachings were taught and practiced, and where the beauty of the mountains, trees, and streams also communicated God's love. The number of people who made the long trip out to the remote valley by train, bus, and--for the final mile--on foot, grew steadily over the years until the average number of visitors reached eight- to ten-thousand per year in the late '80s. Some came out of curiosity or to enjoy a vacation, but most sought spiritual encouragement, prayer, and whatever the Lord might have in store for them. There was also the occasional drug-addicted teenager or the mentally unstable person who was sent to the Abbey against his or her will by a desperate parent, and though outcomes varied in such cases, life at the Abbey was such that few left without being touched by hope. In addition to solitary pilgrims and families, there were numerous groups that showed up, some of the earliest being the bands of long-haired American young people who visited in the early seventies. They came with their bell-bottoms, guitars, and enthusiasm, as well as their duffel bags full of American commissary goods. In contrast to these young Americans, there were groups of clergy in their collars and serious faces,seeking retreat and renewal, or crowds of clean-cut college students intent on learning about social justice, and trying their hand at manual labor in between lectures. Many of the individual visitors and even some of the groups would show up unannounced, and the Abbey family housed, fed, and ministered to them through whatever means were available. As the Abbey blessed these visitors, they in turn blessed the community, providing practical assistance or spiritual encouragement to members and to fellow visitors. God's provision has been the other remarkable thing about the Abbey. Many visitors assume that the community is supported by regular funds from a mission headquarters, or by some other secure source of income. But as independent missionaries, my parents have never had the luxury of such support, and from the beginning, have trusted God to meet the needs of the work inspired by his Spirit. It is a policy at the Abbey that financial needs are never advertised; instead, they are brought before the Lord in prayer. Without fail, and by various unexpected means, God has provided throughout the years. The stories are numerous: a stranger trudging up the mountain with a sack of rice for the Abbey soon after the kitchen cupboards had become barren of food; a mysterious check from an American university coming just in time to meet expenses for a wedding, and some months later being recalled as a mistake, by which time the Abbey was able to repay the amount; a tithe gift from an army officer on a few hours visit being the exact amount needed for an upcoming event--an amount which had just been determined at a separate planning meeting moments before the officer's departure; and so on. God has also provided the right people when they were most needed, such as the excellent carpenter who turned up to join the small group of men who were building the Abbey, or the group of teenagers on a building mission who labored in the mud during the monsoon season to construct a badly needed building at the farm. The Abbey is slowly progressing toward its long-term goal of becoming completely self-sufficient financially through farming and the sale of books, audio tapes, woolen quilts, and crafts, and through provision of services to the community. But the fact that a place such as Jesus Abbey is possible at all will always be a testimony to the power of the Holy Spirit. The work of the Abbey has far exceeded my parents' initial hopes and expectations. Jesus Abbey has remained true to its original purpose of being a house of prayer, and the prayers offered from within and without its solid walls work in mysterious ways for healing, reconciliation, spiritual awakening and provision in the lives of many. But God has also called the Abbey to be a place for the multitudes, and the thousands and ten-thousands of people who have participated in the life of the community in some way, large or small, now quietly influence the life of the world around them with what they have witnessed of the love and power of God at Jesus Abbey. |
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