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“My Elderly Friend”

This year, Mrs. Louise Wegi, now 92 years old, decided to sell her car. Though two years younger in appearance than her actual age, she was still working part-time as a secretary in a law office. Petite in stature and … Continue reading

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Wendel’s Lament

(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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“Those Who Remained in the City”

(Pastoral Letter from the Parsonage, First Story in the ‘Those Who Remained in the City’ series) by WanHee Yoon, 2001 The intersection by Citibank is always bustling. As usual, I barely manage to park and drop a twenty-five cent coin … Continue reading

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1971 Autumn

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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1969.9.9.

Beneath the tall stone embankmentby the elementary school beside my home,the sound of murky water trickling—the black, stagnant waterseeping from every cornerof the city of Present where I live. Deep in the mountain valley,where ancient trees and rocks keep watch,water … Continue reading

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The Day Moon

Winter brushes the fingertipsof the shaman—empty-bodied,visible from all directions—morning and evening. A bird, perched on a dry branch,laughs,its entrails spilling out. Hair, like scattered feathers,drifts towardbuildings stripped bare,unfolding slowly—a voice without accompaniment. The night that had been swept awayreturns to … Continue reading

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“The Bitter Cup” – A Letter from the Parsonage (The 14th Story in the Blueprint of Faith) by Wan Hee Yoon

Among our American church members in Queens Village, there is a woman named Margaret McGowan. Every time I see her—a 76-year-old great-grandmother—I am reminded of how strong and resilient the human will can be when grounded in faith. Her 100-year-old … Continue reading

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“The Nest” – Letter from the Parsonage (7), WanHee Yoon

It was last spring. I thought I had cleaned up the study on the second floor nicely, but noticed a pile of twigs scattered on the floor beneath the window. Without thinking much of it, I swept them away. However, … Continue reading

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“Across the Road” – Letter from the Parsonage (3), WanHee Yoon

I slowly drove up a narrow hill road.Before I even covered half a mile, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a railway bridge, with a small river flowing beneath it. As I crossed the bridge, a village hidden in the … Continue reading

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The Church in a Multicultural Context, A Historical Example of Transforming Praxis, (Chapter 8) New York 1995

1. Approaching Transformation Beginning the process of transformation to restore dysfunction in intercultural families is no easy task. Personal recovery through self-discovery becomes the first step toward an egalitarian community. Mental transformation becomes necessary when dysfunction has reached a critical … Continue reading

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