A lonely ship floats at the mouth of the river as dusk falls.  The ship doesn’t know where to go; it has stopped, as if it is waiting for its master to row it.  A rootless life, with a soul who has no idea which way to go, is the same as this ship.  I am sure that there are people who are waiting for an evangelist who will preach the gospel of heaven, even in this cold weather with its biting wind.  

Photo by Yong-Bin Kim,  Written by  Sun-Hwa Jang

Extracted from Yonsei Newspaper #603