The Education That Crosses the Time Zone
By Célio Barcellos At the headquarters of the Northern Asia-Pacific Division , Pastor Edgar Luz, from the Department of Education, placed in my hands a phone stand—handsome, sturdy, stamped with the Adventist Education mark. A simple object. And yet heavy with meaning. It was my last Sabbath in South Korea before flying back to Brazil. I had left my son at Sahmyook University. For a moment I felt as if I had stepped into Back to the Future: I was a Dr. Emmett Brown, knocked out of time; he was a Marty McFly about to go on alone. A joke? Almost. Being on the other side of the world, body clock turned inside out, the time zone and the unfamiliar campus pressing in, gave the sense of having crossed a fold in time. But leave the fiction there. Let us return to what was real. After the worship service, Grace, a young woman from China with an angelic face and smile, invited us to a dinner she and a friend would prepare. We've already lunch with them. Still, we said yes...
