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“Current Affairs Commentary”

Posted on December 22, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

What a remarkable world we live in. The more I think about it, the more it feels like a miracle. I sit at my desk, tap a few keys on my computer, send an email, and within seconds it reaches … Continue reading →

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“Conversation With Our Children”

Posted on December 20, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

“Now, let’s begin our Q&A game. Question 1: What are the three universities your parents like the most?” “Me! Harvard, Yale, and Stanford!” “Yes, correct! Question 2: Who is your parents’ ideal marriage partner for you?” “Yes. A Korean person … Continue reading →

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The Exile’s Flame: “This Is My Song”

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

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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“Another Face: The Back View” © Wan‑Hee Yoon (Special Contribution #42, NY JoongAng Daily, December 7, 2001)

Posted on December 10, 2025 by wanheeyoon36549f6312

At some point, I developed a peculiar habit: walking among crowds or gazing at people from behind as they sit, weighing the burdens of their lives—their anguish and pain, their joy and sorrow, sometimes even the heaviness of existence itself. … Continue reading →

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“Beautiful Christmas Gift”

Posted on December 6, 2025 by wanheeyoon36549f6312

It was nearing Christmas. At the adoption agency, a 13‑month‑old boy named Freddy had been waiting for months, but even at Christmas he had no home to return to. Freddy was bright, with a charming smile, already walking and mimicking … Continue reading →

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“Come, Emmanuel” © Wan-Hee Yoon (Pastoral Letter, “Souls That Leap Like Deer,” Story 38, 1996)

Posted on December 3, 2025 by wanheeyoon36549f6312

Last week, I received a truly moving letter. A sister with whom I had wept, awakened, prayed, and counseled for years in pursuit of full restoration of life wrote to me: “I am truly happy.” Holding that letter to my … Continue reading →

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“The Lord Is Coming”

Posted on December 2, 2025 by wanheeyoon36549f6312

Once again, Advent has begun this year without fail. From the first Sunday, the church pulpit adorned in purple has seen its candles lit one by one. The purple wax, burning itself away to shine brightly, carries our tears and … Continue reading →

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Incredible Rainbow

Posted on November 30, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

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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“The Act of Thanksgiving” © WanHee Yoon, (Faith Column #32, November 1999)

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

The season of Thanksgiving was drawing near, its festival pressing gently against the corners of our lives. It was an early winter afternoon in Manhattan, the kind of day when the wind cuts sharply through the streets and the sky … Continue reading →

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“Fate”

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

The farthest distance is not across the ocean’s blue hush,nor over mountains that lift their backs to heaven,but between the mind and the heart—between the clean edge of thoughtand the deep well where longing begins.To stand in that unmeasured space,feeling … Continue reading →

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