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“The Wings of Time”

After sending off Christmas—the day we had prepared for and awaited so long—and as we look back on the few remaining days of the year, I pause for a moment to catch my breath after months that felt breathlessly busy. … Continue reading →

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After Christmas

Is it truly finished?Or does the real journey begin only now—a long unfolding toward holy openness,toward exodus and release,toward flowing freelywithin the mystery of God? This is the way of Han 한(恨) —not bitterness alone,but suffering remembered before God,wounds neither … Continue reading →

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Christmas: Home Coming

After years and yearsof coming back from far away,I see it has always been here. Not as a place, exactly,but as a presence—the kind you walk intowithout noticing the door. We ran our share of hard races,argued the good arguments,kept … Continue reading →

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Closing a Year

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve.After that, a weekand the year we named will be done. We count time carefully now—months once borrowed from moons,days adjusted by emperors and popes,winter trimmed, spring shifted,January set at the doorto begin again. Still, the year … Continue reading →

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The Exile’s Flame: “This Is My Song”

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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The Exile’s Flame: A Duet Remembered

(For George and Dorothy Ogle, with Rev. Kil‑Sang Yoon’s Commemoration) Opening Invocation I have known the Ogles’ Urban Industrial Mission in Korea, their courage beneath the dictatorship, their solidarity with the condemned of the In Hyuk Dang, their voices raised … Continue reading →

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Gift

The autumn scenery at Drew University in New Jersey was like a rich watercolor painting nestled in the quiet beauty of the countryside. When the crisp wind rustled the vivid red and yellow leaves to the ground, the young children … Continue reading →

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“The Glorious Gift of Heaven”

The sound of Your footsteps drawing near—all creation rises in a shout of joyand sings. On this rough and frozen earth,in this barren wilderness,again this year You come to us—barefoot—upon our thorns and deserts. To those who have never loved,to … Continue reading →

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“Mugunghwa”

-The Rose of Sharon – The world receives a new flower of democracy—a single blossom that has bloomed amid a fierce storm. After December 3, 2024,*even as snow begins to fall again, one year has passed,and we sit once more … Continue reading →

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Incredible Rainbow

I must be off my road into the unreal,For this is neither screen-lit, blue and bare,Nor any rocket’s path through outer air.It’s Phanar, where the Peter and the Andrew can standAnd look the whole round world in the same hand,And … Continue reading →

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