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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

Posted on September 27, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

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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“October’s Shaman Dance”

Posted on September 26, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

The shaman threads the moon on high,A silver knot in midnight sky.She spins beneath its haunted glow,Where truth and shadow come and go. The willow drinks from steel’s sharp tongue,Its roots still hum the songs unsung.A borrowed light, a fleeting … Continue reading →

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“My Elderly Friend”

Posted on September 25, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

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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“Final Diagnosis”

Posted on September 24, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

At Auschwitz,when fleeing,one had to leave behindthe present day. “Live in the past,and flee into the futureswifter than light.Once again,I will meet myself—a younger self,to whom at leastI ascend.” This was the directionYi-Sang* revealedin his Notes on the Line:a fierce … Continue reading →

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“Anything, Hurry-Hurry”

Posted on August 31, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

(Letter from the Parsonage: The People Who Remained in the City, Seventh Story) © Yoon WanHee, 1989 Among our characteristics, there is a tendency to start things in a hurry and to finish them hastily. There are some amusing stories … Continue reading →

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“Those Who Remained in the City”

Posted on August 25, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

(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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“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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Facebook vs. Faith Book (Devotional Essay #307)

Posted on August 21, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

By WanHee Yoon (8.8.2012) It has been only a little over ten years since Facebook was introduced to the world, yet reports say that more than 800 million people now use it. A few years ago, when I first heard … Continue reading →

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The Sound of Cicadas

Posted on August 20, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

(Parsonage Letter: Story of the Four O’Clock Flower, Ninth)© Wanhee Yoon, 1995 A few days ago, while eating breakfast, I found myself gazing out the window at the thick summer greenery. Then suddenly, from outside, came the loud chorus of … Continue reading →

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