Lord, may your kingdom come in North Korea.
As I stared out across the river my prayer came as easily as drawing breath: "Lord, may your kingdom come in North Korea as it is in heaven".
I was standing at the southerly edge of a somewhat underwhelming divide between two vastly different countries. For some reason I had expected more. Something more unusual or definitive perhaps, but this was just a murky brown river. Yet I knew that on the opposite riverbank, hidden from view, were hundreds of metres of landmines, razor wire and more military lookout posts. Beyond that, millions living in the world's most repressive country under a chaotic, despotic regime where simple everyday acts might lead to a death sentence - watching South Korean television for instance. Or praying to God just as I had done. CT.