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“A Life in Which the Holy Spirit Dwells” (Letter from the Parsonage, O Souls That Leap Like Deer, Seventh Story, 1996) © Yoon, Wan-Hee

A life led by the Holy Spirit overflows with inner strength and joy. In such a life, one feels at every moment that I am no longer the master of myself. God, even now, cherishes my existence—insignificant as I am—and … Continue reading

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“One Thing I Cannot Let Go” (Letter from the Parsonage, O Souls That Leap Like Deer, Sixth Story, 1994) © Yoon, Wan-Hee

Last week, an article in the Christian counseling journal Pastoral Care caught my attention. It told the story of a faithful middle-aged Christian man in his fifties, and through it, I came to understand more deeply why, in the book … Continue reading

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“A Family Legacy” (Letter from the Parsonage, O Souls That Leap Like Deer, Fifth Story, 1994) © Yoon, Wan-Hee

In recent days, the tragic story of the great American writer Ernest Hemingway’s family has once again stirred the hearts of many. Last week, his only remaining descendant, his granddaughter, died under mysterious circumstances at the young age of 41, … Continue reading

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“Though Trials Come, I Fear Not” (Letter from the Parsonage, O Souls That Leap Like Deer, Fourth Story, 1994) © Yoon, Wan-Hee

There is a hymn, which says, “Living for Jesus, oh, what peace!” This hymn was written by Dr. Charles F. Weigle after overcoming the greatest trial and suffering of his life. His words have continued to give strength and new … Continue reading

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“Are You Climbing the Ladder?” (Letter from the Parsonage, Those Who Remained in the City, Twelfth Story) 1994, Yoon Wan-Hee

It was a crisp early autumn morning. The church custodian had already set a tall ladder against the wall, preparing to wash the church windows. This yearly cleaning of all the windows was by no means an easy task. The … 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

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”

(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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“Flying a Kite”

(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”

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

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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