Kuwat knelt in his prison room, exhausted from the beating he had just received. This was not the first time his blood had been shed for Christ his Lord, but it was the first time he'd been beaten by his own family.

Today I stood in front of a hero whose acts of courage most will never know. To hear Nari's story is rare outside of her inner circle. It's a circle of trusted people, and I have only been invited after years of building a relationship with her.

Staring at the half-eaten breakfast sandwich on the table before me, I suddenly lost my appetite. It was my second morning on the ground in Seoul, Korea and our team had just received the news that one of our partners, Mr. L, had been captured. A report from the border indicated that someone fitting Mr. L.'s description had been captured by North Korean secret police and could possibly be facing death.

Walking the streets of downtown Seoul is always a surreal experience. It seems strange to me that so many South Korean citizens can carry on with their daily business just 30 miles from the North Korean border, where many lose their lives in the pursuit of freedom.