Buseon Han Bruce F. Hunt│1903-1992
Born in Pyongyang in 1903
He called himself a ‘Made in Korea missionary’.
“Look! Today we have a Yankee onboard.”
These are the words muttered by a village resident in Chilgok, Uiryeong-gun, with the last name of Jeon, who rode on a bus to go to Busan and found a large western man sitting alone inside the bus.
The only empty seat was the seat next to the western missionary, Bruce Hunt, so he had no choice but to go to the empty seat and sit down.
The bus they boarded was a bus bound for Busan that went through Uiryeong, Gunbuk, Gaya, and Masan.
At the Gunbuk bus stop, the missionary bought sesame taffy and said, “Would you like some sesame taffy?” He handed it to the man sitting next to him.
Startled, he was perplexed and restless, not knowing what to do.
He didn't think the Western man would knoww Korean, and he was so embarrassed because of the rude words he uttered unintentionally.
He got off as if running away from the Gaya bus stop.
The story took place in the winter of 1952.
From pastor Jae-Tae Cho's Essay
Born in Pyongyang in 1903
He called himself a ‘Made in Korea missionary’.
“Look! Today we have a Yankee onboard.”
These are the words muttered by a village resident in Chilgok, Uiryeong-gun, with the last name of Jeon, who rode on a bus to go to Busan and found a large western man sitting alone inside the bus.
The only empty seat was the seat next to the western missionary, Bruce Hunt, so he had no choice but to go to the empty seat and sit down.
The bus they boarded was a bus bound for Busan that went through Uiryeong, Gunbuk, Gaya, and Masan.
At the Gunbuk bus stop, the missionary bought sesame taffy and said, “Would you like some sesame taffy?” He handed it to the man sitting next to him.
Startled, he was perplexed and restless, not knowing what to do.
He didn't think the Western man would knoww Korean, and he was so embarrassed because of the rude words he uttered unintentionally.
He got off as if running away from the Gaya bus stop.
The story took place in the winter of 1952.
From pastor Jae-Tae Cho's Essay
