Tag Archives: books

“Woman! That Beautiful Name”

Posted on May 8, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

One week before Mother’s Day, I found myself visiting Grandmother Kim at a nursing home. Among the elderly residents sitting in wheelchairs, minds drifting, passing the slow hours in a haze, one grandmother suddenly called out in a bright, clear … Continue reading →

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“When the Storms of Life Come”

Posted on April 29, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

We often describe life as a journey across the sea. When we imagine a ship gliding quietly over calm waters, the scene feels peaceful and beautiful. Living near the coasts of New York and New Jersey, we often see such … Continue reading →

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“To Write Well”

Posted on March 31, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

Life is full of curious and unexpected things. Even now, whenever I am asked to write, I still feel intimidated, often ending with unfinished drafts. So writing an essay titled “To Write Well” feels almost presumptuous—especially before those who write … Continue reading →

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“A Story of Land”

Posted on March 10, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

A poor young woman, twenty‑five years after immigrating to America, purchased land for the first time in her life. It was not to build a large house, nor to create a beautiful garden. She bought a small plot of land … Continue reading →

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“My Valentines”

Posted on February 14, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

A hidden Valentine of the twentieth century—its root descendsinto a winter day of the third century,February fourteen,where Saint Valentine of Romefell in silence,refusing the machinery of war,binding men insteadto love,to marriage,to fragile households of hope. Time does not move forward.It … Continue reading →

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“For the Sake of Tomorrow’s Seeds”

Posted on February 3, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

As I look at the ripening seeds beneath the sharp autumn sunlight, I find myself gently touching, one by one in my heart, the invisible seeds of tomorrow that are forming within our future. The very fact that we have … Continue reading →

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The Exile’s Flame: “This Is My Song”

Posted on December 18, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

Between the factory sirens and the silent chapel,a foreign voice arrived—not to command, but to listen,to kneel beside the weary handsthat stitched and hammeredin the dim light of Incheon. The Word was made fleshin the sweat of the laborer,in the … Continue reading →

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“Beautiful Christmas Gift”

Posted on December 6, 2025 by wanheeyoon36549f6312

It was nearing Christmas. At the adoption agency, a 13‑month‑old boy named Freddy had been waiting for months, but even at Christmas he had no home to return to. Freddy was bright, with a charming smile, already walking and mimicking … Continue reading →

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“Blue Balloon” © WanHee Yoon, (Faith Column, #27, LA Christian Today, January 16, 2008):

Posted on November 22, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

On our little alley, where five houses stand shoulder to shoulder like friends with arms linked, a new neighbor moved in two years ago. They were a young couple in their late twenties, newly married. The husband, Drew, ran a … Continue reading →

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Choir Director

Posted on November 6, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

In Memory of Phyllis Ann Nichols This evening, during choir rehearsal,Daniel’s* arms moved gently in the rhythm of the choir’s harmony—as if held by something beyond sound. A dove that had flown by day suddenly turned its wingsand descended upon … Continue reading →

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