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“The Choice of Abundance”

Posted on October 29, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

A few weeks ago, our church hosted a 100th birthday celebration for one of our members, Mrs. Katie Broyles. She became a teacher at the age of 18 and served in education for 47 years before retiring. Even now, she … Continue reading →

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“Footsteps”

Posted on October 28, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

Do you understand—that it is not enough? Not only until death—but beyond the drumbeat,will you walk with me? It was the song of the lepers,the cry of beasts gone mad.Within the city’s diseased gutlay plague,and bodies unburied,and silence thick as … Continue reading →

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“Our Neighborhood”

Posted on October 27, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

(In memory of Busan and Masan, 1979 – for late Rev. Sung-Muk Choi and late Esq. Kwang-Il Kim) We walked together, side by side,bound by one small, silent care.Before us stretched the chalk-white road—so still, as if time waited there. … Continue reading →

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“A Strange Journey” (Pastoral Residence Faith Column #5, LA Christian Today, October 31, 2007) © WanHee Yoon

Posted on October 27, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

There is a couple in their mid-seventies. The husband, Charles, suffers from Alzheimer’s disease. His wife is named Evelyn. Charles has been living in a nursing home for several years. At first glance, he appears so dignified and well-kept that … Continue reading →

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“Earth Toward the Temple”

Posted on October 26, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

© TaeHun Yoon, 1979 in Korean, Trans. by Copilot. – A dream for peace beneath the storm – Lightning split the sky— and the earth, pale blue and yellow, wore the face of a weary child. Rain walked with sky … Continue reading →

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“Time Drifting on the River”

Posted on October 24, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

© TaeHun Yoon, 2025 The sun rises again—not as promise, but as proof that nothing stands still.Its light burns the desert clean,naming every shadow that dares to exist. Man stands between dust and eternity,tasked not to conquer but to remain … Continue reading →

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“River of the East”

Posted on October 23, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

© TaeHun Yoon, 1979 A black serpent wore the weight of a week’s rebirth around its neck.It had been struck, cast into the stillness of the wild. The ground ran red with blood,and the city reeked of burning flesh and … Continue reading →

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“For the Sake of Youth” (From the Pastor’s Residence Letters: O Souls That Leap Like Deer, Twentieth Story) By Yoon Wan-Hee, 1996

Posted on October 18, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

Among the young, there are some who already live as though they belong to the world of the old. Yet among the elderly, there are those who live with the freshness, vitality, and fulfillment of youth. When I speak with … Continue reading →

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“Just As You Are” (Letter from the Parsonage, O Souls That Leap Like Deer, Eleventh Story, 1996) © Yoon, Wan-Hee

Posted on October 9, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

The Futility of Expectations in Human Relationships Recently, I had an opportunity to reflect on how useless and exhausting expectations can be in human relationships. We often invest so much emotional energy in what we hope others will do for … Continue reading →

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Struggle

Posted on October 7, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

The graveyard sleeps beneath a quilt of cloud.For twenty years it has grown—not in stone,but in the hearts that refuse forgetting. At the center of its hushstands a house raised on bones.Beneath its roof,an old man receives a newborninto arms … Continue reading →

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