During the monsoon season in Korea it would rain so hard for so long that the ten foot deep ditch outside our house would be like a raging river.  Once, when enough pieces of large debris from the shanty town on the mountain above us could not make it through the large drainage tunnel under the landing outside of our house, the flow was blocked to a trickle. 

The untold tons of backed up water could cause serious danger of collapse of roads and houses above us.

Dad and the neighbors got down in the ditch and tried to clear the blockage to let the water flow freely.  Sterling also got down there and crawled ten feet into the tunnel.  After several unsuccessful attempts to dislodge enough to start a flow, he retreated in justifiable fear. 

Dad would not let me go down there, because I was too young and it was too dangerous.  I am saying that facetiously, because Sterling was only nine years old at the time and had no business being down there either.

I remember we kids chasing buses and jumping up onto the rear bumpers to see how long we could hang on and ride the back of the bus.  When the bus would begin to pick up too much speed, we would jump off and hit the pavement at a dead run to avoid falling flat on our faces.  Unfortunately, there was more than one time that I did fall onto my knees and elbows because the momentum from the bus was faster than I could run.

My parents were too busy doing the Lord’s work to be supervising us children every minute of the day.  I guess that they relied on God’ grace and protection to keep us safe from harm.  God protected us and blessed my parents’ ministry.

Due to the Holy Spirit working through the many missionaries in this country, Korea went on to become the most Christianised nation in the Orient.  Korean churches now send missionaries all over the world.

Eventually, ropes were used to pull enough debris loose.  The thousands of gallons of backed up sewage water was released in a torrential gushing wall of water that could have killed anyone who had remained below.

Sterling and Gwendolyn Hard at Missionary Bruce Hunt's house in Pusan, Korea feeding the goats and rabbits.

A decade or so later, Sterling Hard visits the ten foot deep ditch and drainage pipe that got stopped up.


By:  Dr. Rodney T. Hard

I think back to the many near death or potentially serious injury situations that Sterling and I got into while growing up as missionary kids in Korea, and I praise God that we had ministering angels protecting us.   Let me give you four brief examples.

I remember going to church at the Seventh Day Adventist Hospital, a hospital established by and run by missionary doctors. Being centrally located in the City of Pusan, missionary families met at the hospital chapel on Sunday evenings for worship and fellowship in English.  After the service, while the adults chatted, we kids went running around the hospital exploring.  We climbed the ladder up the side of the water tower behind the hospital.  We also climbed up onto the roof of the hospital and ran around. 

One evening as it was turning dark, I ran as fast as I could along the length of the rooftop and caught a newly erected clothesline across my neck, laying me out on my back.  I desperately gasped for air as my throat closed off due to the swelling from the trauma.  I did recover, but we all swore each other to secrecy to keep the parents from finding out.

I remember my older brother Sterling, in grade school, after dusk, by early evening moonlight, running along the top of a wall in a game of tag.  About to be caught, he bounded off an adjoining goat shed roof and leaped into the pen below.

On the way down, he remembered that there was a metal stake for the goat somewhere down there!

A split-second later, landing on his hands and knees, he was jarred with the sudden pain of his left nostril being ripped from his cheek.  A two degree difference in his trajectory would have put the stake through his eye and into his brain.

A missionary doctor reattached the 'flapping nostril' with seven careful stitches.

Gwendolyn Hard, in 1970, visits the wall that her oldest brother Sterling ran on before jumping onto the goat stake.  You can see that if Sterling fell off of the wall, the drop on the other side was 30 feet high.  Angels had their hands full working full time to protect us. 

Dr. Rodney T. Hard