The Mother and the Bee

The Mother and the Bee

One hot summer day, a little boy was playing on the backyard.

Didn’t know why, but a huge bee was buzzing furiously on top of his head.

The more the child tried to hide from it, the bee flew over him more.

His fear went to extreme, so he went to his mother’s arms and cried.

Seeing her child with fear, the mother quickly covered his body with her skirt, and covered his face with her hands.

Then the bee stung the mother’s arm instead of the child’s, and the poisonous sting was stuck in her arm, so deep enough that it couldn’t be removed.

Afterwards, the bee couldn’t fly further away and was crawling on the mother’s arm.

Bearing the pain, the mother said,

“My dear, don’t fear and come out. I have placed myself instead of you. Since the bee hurt me, it can’t hurt you no more.”

Source from: ‘Resting Place Volume 2’ PSC

The Acrylic Board and the Cutting Mat

The Acrylic Board and the Cutting Mat

Preparing for the Last Day of the Feast of Tabernacles, we all divided into teams to create invitations to be handed out to all families, acquaintances, and neighbors, for them to receive the water of life given freely by Heavenly Mother.

Seeing brothers and sisters cutting papers on top of an acrylic board and a cutting mat, the Overseer asked us a question.

"What's the difference between this acrylic board and the cutting mat?"

We all simply answered that the material, the name, or the size, is different.

Then he said,

"Look at them carefully. They have been numerously cut with knives. One of them seems to be damaged that we can even see with our own eyes, but you can't see any damages on the other. Don't you think they resemble our hearts and our Mother's?"

Indeed…

Though She has been hurt from numerous thorns of sins, Mother would never show how hurt She was...

She just bears and endures silently.

Even hearing small advises from our brothers and sisters we would show how hurt we are.

Our hearts are all full with faults.

That doesn't mean that the cutting mat is undamaged.

If you look at it closely, there are small and deep cuts made to it.

But outwardly, it seems to be clean and undamaged.

I only considered my pain, just wanted to be served, and didn't want to have a broad mind for my brothers and sisters.

Repenting for what I've committed, I made a resolution that I would be a child who bears and endures; resembling Heavenly Mother.

Considering the teachings for my salvation as a burden, I always complained, blamed, didn't realize brothers' and sisters' consideration, and envied.

Didn't endure nor gave thanks and just showed off my hardships just like the acrylic board.

With all of these, I scraped my Mother's heart.

Despite of all what I have done, She still bears and embraces, the children all covered with thorns.

Mother...

I now want to be a child who resembles you.

The path of pain and sacrifice that you have walked, I also want to consider it to be the path that I must walk, and follow you with thanks.

With an arrogant mind, I would have never received the blessings of the Holy Spirit.

That is why Mother gave me a realization through this small routine.

I give earnest thanks to Heavenly Mother for allowing me this realization.

I want to be a child with a broad mind who can cover up even the faults of our brothers and sisters.

 

I love You Mother.

Maternal Love in the Snowstorm

Maternal Love in the Snowstorm

 

One man was traveling on a horse.

It was an awfully cold weather in the snowstorm.

It didn’t even take a while until he met a woman finding her way to her husband; carrying her child on her back.

Pitying them, the man got them on the horse.

Despite of herself being cold, the woman covered her child with her outer garment.

Though the child was sleeping cozily in its mother’s arms, the mother was about to freeze to death.

Her body started becoming stiff and was nearly falling asleep.

The mother surely was about to die…

Noticing this, the man suddenly got her off the horse and took her child and went off.

The mother couldn’t stop but ran after the man screaming, to give her child back.

The man wouldn’t listen and just kept on going.

At a certain point, the man stopped the horse.

When the mother was catching her breath, the man asked, “You’re not cold anymore, are you?”

Then the man took them on the horse and they safely arrived to the place where they were heading to.

Source from : ‘A letter written with today’s happiness’ SSU

When Father and Mother feel the most pleased

When Father and Mother feel the most pleased


It’s been a long time since all my relatives got together. One cousin confessed that he could understand parent’s hearts after getting married and my parents said a few words to him.

“Do you know when is the happiest moment for parents? When the food that they made with love and care goes into children’s mouth, it pleases them the most.”

This remark gave me a lot to think about. Our spiritual parents also would feel the most pleased when Their children eat and drink the bread and wine of the Passover that They allowed to us.

We should not forget our Parents’ mind.

“And he said to them, I have eagerly desired to eat this Passover with you before I suffer.” (Luke 22:15)

Mom’s dream

Mom’s dream

In my mom’s cell phone, my number is saved in the name of “my dream”.
One day, I asked her with some curiosity, “Mom, why did you save my number like that?” “My girl is mom’s everything. Her life is my life and she is my dream and that is why I did it.”

When I feel pleased, so does she, and when I feel sad, she feels more sorrowful.
I must be mom’s everything and her only hope for sure.

A meal

A meal


“…the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.” (Isa 53: 5)

When I was having lunch after reading this verse recently, a thought flitted through my mind.

“Do I, as a mere sinner deserve to have this wonderful meal?”

On the table, there were boiled rice, some various side dishes and even delicious stew. What about Father Ahnsahnghong? He would never have had even a chance to eat one single bowl of warm rice in this world. Thinking of Heavenly Father who would have preached in the mountain, alleviating His hunger with hardtack and streams, my eyes suddenly ached with tears.

Then I realized that just as Father was whipped for me, such a prodigal sinner, all hunger and raggedness were suffered by Him as well.

Even though I always eat square three meals a day, I have never thought about where this peace and comfort we are enjoying right now might come from. Without the sacrifice and love of God the Father, and God the Mother. We never exist right now.

Our Father Ahnsahngong! I am sorry but give thanks to You. Even though You always starved, You used to give something to Your children. Father always loves me with sincerity, even though I continue to commit a sin against Him.

Now, as Father asked us to do, I would like to become children of God, who follows Mother until the end wherever She goes. I intensely miss Father.

I hope we could be with Father and Mother soon.

Bitter coffee and sweet milk

Bitter coffee and sweet milk  

A few days ago, I went to the library in my university. I was a little sleepy so I wanted to take a rest for a while in a resting area. When I got a cup of coffee from a vending machine and tried to sip it, I was so surprised it was too bitter. It was not even black coffee. Normally, I love to drink milk coffee, for I like the sweet taste but on that particular day, the coffee was too bitter to finish.

I doubt if there’s something wrong with the vending machine so I was about to throw it away and at that moment, I could notice the ‘Milk’ button. Then I remember the time when I took some milk with curiosity and regret getting it, because it was too much sweet. So, I took some coffee immediately and started to mix with milk, holding both of them in two hands. It looked like a science experiment or something. When I thought it was mixed quite moderately. I tasted it and found that it was just beautifully harmonized with bitter coffee and sweet milk.

And then I thought of the spiritual life in the truth. I could realize that just like bitter coffee and sweet milk, even in the truth, many brothers and sisters are allowed around because we cannot complete the gospel work alone, even though everyone has his/her own individuality. If we try to do something ourselves, then we would definitely become useless existences who give bitter taste only to someone, just like bitter coffee.

However, if we are in harmony in God, even though we are too different with each personality, then I believe amazing miraculous work of God should be made, which one cannot do alone. This must be what God really wants for us.

 Coffee smells and tastes good when it is rotten. In the same way, I pray we also could become shining jewelries of Heavenly Mother with beautiful harmony and unity. Also, I would like to be the children of God who inscribe the fact deep in my heart that all those miracles were possible by the noble sacrifice of Heavenly Mother who gathered every one of us into Zion and changed and united us with her love.