Byron, who in one morning suddenly realized that he was a famous all over the world, was a happy man. But, the guy had to be dull, who in one evening stamped the deck of a ferryboat, saying “No matter what I do, I am a Korean!” When I was immersed in my desire of learning at school, I often self-affirmed, “There is no border in learning.” When I was attentively listening to a fiery sermon in a magnificent church, I thanked countless times, simply believing, “The whole world is my brothers and fellow countrymen.” Watching a small number of people in and around Tokyo, who were faithfully conscientious and patriotic, were absorbed in instructing the second class citizens, I had far-reaching aims: “Who would quarrel with the one who does the right deeds?” Indeed, no borderline was visible as far as scholastic ambition was concerned; once moved with love, the whole world was within my heart; the future seemed to be bright in realizing my ideal. At that time, what a sound was it, “No matter what you do, you are a Korean! Ah! How can there be any other phrases which have more countless meanings than those? Understanding those, everything is hopeless, and everything is finished. At that moment, my vision focused clearly on one target; I cannot dare to boast that I love Korea, but I believe I understood what relationship there is between Korea and I; how can I confront people who will laugh at slowness and tardiness of me.

However, what shall I do for myself? What shall I plan for the country? Is it proper thing only to be indignant with or to complain about the world affairs? It is for us to congratulate together that recently our brothers show tendency of working toward a common goal, bending own self, even though their ordinary thoughts are contradicting and their tastes of the days are different; it is just like people show great devotion to their parents after parents have deceased; how can I be an exception, though I am an undutiful son. Circumstances might work wonders.

It is unavoidable that all of us express differently to the most beloved one, even though our love is the same. Having a little experience and a firm belief, I only know that the most rare and sincere gift for Korea today is the Bible, an old testament and a new testament, which is not new at all.

Therefore, five or six of foolish guys, who share concerns together and walk on the same path for common desire, had a meeting at Seu-ki-nah-mee village, a suburb of Tokyo, to start a Bible study meeting. After meeting every week to concern about Korea and to lecture the Bible for about half of year, someone moved to publish a part of what we had wished or studied; it was named ‘Sungsuh-Chosun’. We did not ask whether the name was good or bad and whether the timing was appropriate or not. Only because two letters ‘Cho-Sun’ came into our head and occupied it completely and the Bible was the rarest gift to a loved one, we could not discard one of the two; so we used both for its name. Through this, we wish to convey the burning love in our pure heart and to give the most sincere gift to her with our whole heart and soul.

‘Sungsuh-Chosun’! You shall go to the house of Israel; do not pass through the hand of so-called established Christian; shake dirt off from your shoes at the door of the house whose owner worships foreign missionary more than the Christ and value a church building more than the Bible.

‘Sungsuh-Chosun’! You shall go to Koreans who have Korean spirit rather than to so-called established Christians! Go to countryside, to mountain villages; Make it your mission to comfort a woodcutter. ‘Sungsuh-Chosun’! If you have so much patience, wait for Koreans born after the date your initial issue was published, and talk to them, discuss with them; why shall I heave a sigh of despair just because we are to meet fellow thinkers after a century is passed!

(Message: Everyone can be a better person and lead a successful life when anyone lives by the spirit of words in the Bible, then Korea can be a stronger nation in consequence.)