When I was in elementary school, I went to a big church in Seoul with my mom. It was pretty far from our place, but she went to the church very diligently just because it was big and famous. But I couldn’t adapt myself to the members of that church; they prayed, crying out loud, and I felt even scared. I told my mom that I would go to a church near our place and started to attend it.
When I was in middle school, I was no longer able to live together with my mom. My grandmother tried her best to take care of me, but I felt something missing as if there was a big hole in my chest. Then one of my friends led me to the Catholic Church. I didn’t really feel like going there because I had learned in world history class how the Catholic Church persecuted so many people during the Dark Ages, but I still followed her because I had no one to depend on.
I got married and settled down in a town. I was going to attend the Catholic Church which was located near my place, but for some reason, my husband strongly opposed. All I wanted was just get some comfort there because I was lonely and troubled. I felt like crying because it seemed like my husband did not want to understand me at all.
About a month after I gave birth to my second child, I found out that one of my neighbors who said hello to me a few times kept the Sabbath day on Saturday. She told me that she didn’t celebrate Christmas either, because it was not based on the Bible.
‘That’s right! If I want to go to church, I have to attend the one that follows the teachings of the Bible!’
Actually, I had already heard before that Saturday is the right day of worship. Since I always wanted to depend on God, it sounded very trustworthy when she told me that her church follows the Bible. From that time on, I attended the Church of God and studied the words of the Bible. God’s words were truly amazing and as sweet as honey just as the Bible describes them. When I learned about the time of Christ’s second coming through the parable of the fig tree and about Heavenly Jerusalem Mother, I could not keep my mouth closed. All the words quenched my thirst like cool living water.
Meeting the heavenly family members in Zion(WMSCOG) and studying God’s words, I finally understood from my heart what it is like to receive love. Being separated from my mom, I always felt like something was missing. But my soul finally found true peace and rest in the love of Heavenly Mother.
The more I learned about God’s love, the more I wanted to let my husband know the peace and satisfaction I had in my heart. But it wasn’t easy to tell him about the truth because I was afraid that he might oppose my faith. I prayed to God for a few days, hoping that he would receive the truth and be saved. I plucked up my courage and preached to him, and he received the truth very easily unlike what I had imagined. That is when I realized how powerful a prayer is. Now I pray that my husband will continue to keep the regulations of God, regarding them as more precious than pure gold.
I give thanks to Heavenly Father and Heavenly Mother for leading my husband and me to Zion. Since we are blessed to receive a new life, I would like to be born again through the Holy Spirit of the latter rain and participate in the great work of the gospel.
YM Lee from Korea