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“Gandhi and the Pencil” (Parsonage Letters, Those Who Remained in the City, Ninth Story) 1992, Yoon Wan-Hee

Posted on September 24, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

From January 28–30, at the Bishops’ Convocation held in Ellenville, New York, Arun Gandhi—the grandson of Mahatma Gandhi—and his wife Sunanda Gandhi were among the invited speakers. For those who had long been influenced by Gandhi’s spiritual worldview and philosophy … Continue reading →

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“Guinness Book and the Book of Life” (Letter from the Parsonage – Part Eighth of the People who remained in the city) by Wan Hee Yoon, 1992

Posted on September 1, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

Guinness Book and the Book of Life On Christmas Eve of 1991, Mr. Walter Hudson, age 46, once famed as the heaviest man in the world, passed away of a heart attack. At the time of his death, his weight … Continue reading →

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“Change the Oil”

Posted on August 30, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

(Letter from the Parsonage: The People Who Remained in the City, Sixth Story) © WanHee Yoon, 1989 A small postcard arrived. “Do you know? It has already been 90 days since the oil in your 1987 Chrysler was last changed. … Continue reading →

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Wendel’s Lament

Posted on August 29, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

(Letter from the Parsonage, Those Who Remained in the City, Story Five) © WanHee Yoon, 1989 A new tenor soloist, Mr. Wendel Wohl, joined our church choir, which was made up mostly of elderly members in their seventies. He was … Continue reading →

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“Building No. 40”

Posted on August 28, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

(Letter from the Parsonage, Fourth Story in the ‘Those Who Remained in the City’ series) © WanHee Yoon, 1989 That day, as if to cool the heat of midsummer, rain was pouring down after a long while.When I tried to … Continue reading →

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“Flying a Kite”

Posted on August 27, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

(Letter from the Parsonage, Third Story in the ‘Those Who Remained in the City’ series) Guarding the spiritual self within the body is like a kite lifted by the wind. The owner of the kite is God, the string connecting … Continue reading →

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“The Gift”

Posted on August 26, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

(Letter from the Parsonage, Second Story in the ‘Those Who Remained in the City’ series) by Wanhee Yoon, 2001 A few days ago, I received truly heartbreaking news. A young man, Daniel, only 22 years old, suffered a sudden heart … Continue reading →

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“Dial 911” (Pastoral Letter from the Parsonage, Four O’Clock Flower Story, No. 11) 1987, WanHee Yoon

Posted on August 23, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

Not long ago, a three-year-old boy saved his mother’s life by dialing 911 when she suddenly fell into a coma. The little boy had been playing with his toys beside her when she collapsed. At first, he cried in shock, … Continue reading →

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1971 Autumn

Posted on August 22, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

Sleep unfinished drifts into sleep again,and before my wandering truly ends,my feet are drawn toward a house of gathering. The cries of Biafra echo in my ears,yet they do not slay the truths that have aged within me.The images of … Continue reading →

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“Nicknames” (Letter from the Parsonage, Four O’clock Flower Story, Part Ten) WanHee Yoon, 2001

Posted on August 22, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

When I was young, my family gave me two nicknames: one was Cow and the other was Crybaby. My father called me Cow because I was quiet and gentle, the kind of child who could sit beside you all day … Continue reading →

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