Feb. 2, 2007 Why Jesus Loves Pusan* (Letter to a Japanese friend)  The jetfoil ferry from Kyushu arrived in Pusan a bit late. It was full, so it took more time to unload all the passengers. As soon as I got to the subway platform, a Korean man came up from behind and started talking to me in English. We boarded the crowded car together. He was a thin, energetic man of about forty, wearing glasses, carrying a traveler’s backpack like mine. He was a Christian, and he wanted to talk about Jesus Christ. I don’t know how it is in Japan, but here it’s quite common to be approached by Christians who want to spread the gospel. (The verb is “proselytize,” by the way. It’s not one you’re likely to use.) This guy, however, seemed more interested in practicing his English than spreading his religion. His speaking, alas, was better than his listening. I’d tell him something, that I was going to Masan for example, but he couldn’t or wouldn’t get it. He told me about his life and wh