Our family had to move numerous times because of my father’s successive business failure. Later my father started hog farming, and my mother stayed in the downtown area, running a butcher’s shop which had an extra room and took the pork from the farm and sold it there. We, the three young sons, lived with our grandmother.
I had trouble getting up in the mornings, so there were many times when I was barely able to get up when my grandmother shook me awake right before I had to leave for school. However, when my younger brothers began to go to school with me, I could not be lazy anymore. It was because they could wake up and wash themselves only when I woke up first and got washed, and I needed to clothe them and help them prepare things for their classes.
On Saturdays, after school in the morning, I usually got home quickly and went to my mother’s butcher’s shop with my younger brothers. The store was 30 minutes away by bus. I was still young then, so when three little boys got on a bus together, people stared at us in amazement. They sometimes asked us where we were going or offered us seats to sit on, but I could not put myself at ease not to miss the bus stop where we had to get off.
When we got off at the bus stop, we had to cross a big road. Waiting for the light to change, my job was to watch over younger brothers so that they would not be in danger.
When we walked for a while after crossing the street, we were able to see our mother’s shop from afar. We immediately ran all together. When we called out “Mom!” in front of the store, she came out at once and embraced all of us.
The time when we stayed with our mother was the happiest moment during the week. Our mother, who had been eagerly waiting for us, gave us lots of delicious food. The whole time was joyful. By the way, when there was a quarrel between my brothers and me, my mother always scolded me first. When I got scolded, however, I never thought it was my fault. I got sad and thought it was unfair. Of course, there was no way for me to understand at that time that she wanted me to give in good things for my younger brothers since I was their oldest brother.
“The firstborn is given by God.”
My mother often says that when her married children gather together. She says that the reason she was able to endure hard work, sleeping and eating in such a small room was because of us, her three sons. She also compliments me in front of our family members that I gave her much help as the firstborn by taking care of my younger brothers. I feel embarrassed sometimes, but I cannot say anything because I know that she is expecting me to continue to do well with the role of the firstborn son.
Heavenly Parents, too, call us the firstborn. Then what is it that I should do as one of the heavenly firstborns who have been called first?
Heavenly Mother is enduring a life of suffering without sleep or rest for us. Shouldn’t we be of a little help by leading souls who are still wandering in the world to Zion (WMSCOG) and show a good example of faith as the heavenly firstborn?
Finding brothers and sisters, feeding them with the food of the Words at the proper time, setting a good example of faith, and taking care of weak souls, I will be a heavenly firstborn whom Heavenly Parents will be proud of and content with by fulfilling the mission given by Heavenly Mother graciously.
L H-Y from Korea