I hate war. War kills. War maims. War orphans. And it leaves a deep scar not only on the land, that will take years to heal, but also in the hearts of those who are affected by the war. I am one of those who carry a deep emotional wound to this day, more than sixty years later. During World War II, under Japan, my father was imprisoned because he was a Christian minister who refused to bow down to the picture of the Japanese emperor. My elder brother volunteered to join the Japanese military in the hope of having his father released from the prison. He left home as a vibrant, fifteen-year-old boy and returned home as a worn-out, injured, eighteen-year-old man after the war; he died a year later. During the Korean War, two North Korean officers came to my house and took my father away because he was a Christian minister. He never returned. Shattered by the Wars is a story of love, sacrifice, faith, and suffering, all wrapped in one package. The heroine in the story is my mother, as seen by her youngest son. Mother prayed without ceasing. Through her unceasing prayers, she was able to walk through the dark tunnel of trials and tribulations and lead us onward with love and grace and absolute faith in God.
I hate war. War kills. War maims. War orphans. And it leaves a deep scar not only on the land that will take years to heal, but also in the hearts of those who are affected by the war. I am one of those who carry a deep emotional wound to this day, more than sixty years later. During World War II under Japan, my father was imprisoned because he was a Christian minister who refused to bow down to the picture of the Japanese emperor. My elder brother volunteered to join the Japanese military in the hope of having his father released from prison. He left home as a vibrant, fifteen-year-old boy and returned home as a worn-out, injured, eighteen-year-old man after the war; he died a year later. During the Korean War, two North Korean officers came to my house and took my father away because he was a Christian minister. He never returned. Sustained by Love thru the Wars is a story of love, sacrifice, faith, and suffering, all wrapped in one package. The heroine in the story is my mother as seen by her youngest son. Mother prayed without ceasing. Through her unceasing prayers, she was able to walk through the dark tunnel of trials and tribulations and lead us onward with love, grace, and absolute faith in God.
I hate war. War kills. War maims. War orphans. And it leaves a deep scar not only on the land, but also in the hearts of those who are affected by the war. I am one of those who carry a deep emotional wound to this day, more than sixty years later. During WWII under Japan, my father was imprisoned because he was a Christian minister, who refused to bow down to the picture of the Japanese emperor. My elder brother volunteered to join the Japanese military in the hope of having his father released from the prison. He left home as a vibrant 15-year-old boy and returned home as a worn-out, injured, 18-year-old man; he died a year later. He was my best friend. During the Korean War, North Koreans took my father away. He never returned. Sustained by Love through the Wars is a story of love, sacrifice, faith and suffering all wrapped in one package. The heroine in the story is my mother. Mother prayed without ceasing. Through her unceasing prayers, she was able to walk through the dark tunnel of trials and tribulations and lead us onward with love and grace, and absolute faith in God.
I hate war. War kills. War maims. War orphans. And it leaves a deep scar not only on the land, but also in the hearts of those who are affected by the war. I am one of those who carry a deep emotional wound to this day, more than sixty years later. During WWII under Japan, my father was imprisoned because he was a Christian minister, who refused to bow down to the picture of the Japanese emperor. My elder brother volunteered to join the Japanese military in the hope of having his father released from the prison. He left home as a vibrant 15-year-old boy and returned home as a worn-out, injured, 18-year-old man; he died a year later. He was my best friend. During the Korean War, North Koreans took my father away. He never returned. Sustained by Love through the Wars is a story of love, sacrifice, faith and suffering all wrapped in one package. The heroine in the story is my mother. Mother prayed without ceasing. Through her unceasing prayers, she was able to walk through the dark tunnel of trials and tribulations and lead us onward with love and grace, and absolute faith in God.
Peace, peace, peace Where are you? I have been looking all over for you Wherever you are Please come on out Please dwell in us As our family From my childhood, yearning for peace and the brotherhood of mankind has been in my heart. Korea was ruled by Japan from 1910 to 1945. During WWII, my father, a Korean Christian minister, was taken to prison because he refused to walk up to the Shinto temple and bow down to the picture of their emperor. My brother, my best friend, volunteered to join the Japanese army in the hope of having his father released from prison. He left home as a vibrant 15-year-old boy and returned home as a worn-out, injured 18 old man. He died a year later. Then during the Korean War, my father was taken away by the North Korean communists. He never returned. Also during the Korean War, I let my dog, my best friend, go because Mother said we did not even have enough food left for people. Through her travails, my mother led us onward with love and grace. Now in my twilight years, I, a professor emeritus of electrical engineering, who once was an authority in his field,
In 1953, a 16-year-old boy, a son of a Christian minister who was kidnapped by the North Korean Communists in the Korean War, came to America, where highways were reportedly paved with 'gold' and money trees grew in abundance. To his great disappointment, he found no money trees. Without a penny from home, he had to work hard and educate himself through school. The first few years, he washed dishes, dug ditches, mixed cement, painted walls, cleaned the restrooms, cleaned the classrooms, ... To save money for school, he ate two raw eggs for breakfast and three pieces of Wonder bread with peanut butter and grape jelly in between. Sometimes he felt so lonely in his room that he ate sitting in front of a vanity mirror to keep company with the person he saw in the mirror. But he persisted, received a Ph.D. in electrical engineering, established himself as an authority in his field with 52 inventions, 40 publications, and a textbook. But he thought he was a failure because he did not invent an earthshaking device. In 1989, he fell into a major depression. The depression took him to the brink of no return, but the fear of eternal Hell-fire prevented him from crossing the bridge. He decided to seek a therapist's help. Then in 1990, in the therapist's office, he experienced God's Amazing Grace, the inner peace and freedom that he had never thought possible to experience in his life. This inner peace and freedom are still with him to this day. And he decided to share his story with the world
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