Life exchanged with love---wmscog

Life exchanged with love

Nowadays, it is very difficult to hear good news through various press media. After a long while, I happen to hear a touching news.

It was a story about a Patuawa-Tuilave, a prominent Maori lawyer in New Zealand.

After being pregnant, she was diagnosed with cancer.

The doctor told her that she needed treatment to survive, in order to do so;she needed to give up the baby.

Patuawa-Tuilave refused to get a treatment.

She endured the painful ten months, as the cancer cells spread out to her whole body, and ultimately delivered her son on April.

After two months of her delivery, she died with cancer.

Her stepmother Jacqui said, “The two months that my daughter spent with her daughter was the most valuable and happiest moment.”


Patuawa-Tuilave gave up her life to save her child.

Not only Patuawa-Tuilave, but when all 'mothers' are in the crisis of choosing one person, the child or her own, mothers always make a resolution that her child must be the one to live.

Meaning, for the child, the mother will readily give up her own life.

Who would love something that they would devotedly give up their life?

I respect the name ‘mother,’ the name of the greatest love.

And to our Heavenly Mother…

I beg for Your forgiveness and give thanks to You.

Thank You Mother.

Bitter coffee and sweet milk---wmscog

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.

Even giving a share of her liver---WMSCOG

Even giving a share of her liver

Trying to see the weather forecast, I turned on the TV.
Changing channels, I stopped; something caught my eyes.
The child seemed to be like a two year old and looked very sick.
The child was suffering genetic metabolic disorder.
As a result, the child had developmental disorder, since the he couldn't digest specific nutrients, and couldn't walk but crawl.
The child had to receive a liver transplant to be cured.
Holding her child, the mother just shed endless tears.
The mother decided to give her liver to her child.
The mother and the child were hospitalized together.
The child cried because of pain and fear.
Though the mother had to go through many examinations, she cried feeling sorry for her child instead of her pain.
The mother gave her child one third of her liver.
Right after the child woke up from anesthetic, he was looking for his mother.

Mother is a person that can only be described with limited words, that is, ‘love.’ She really has something that is so great.
It reminded me about Heavenly Mother who is always sorry thinking that is insufficient, even though She gives out all of Her flesh and blood.
My God the Mother, who is still praying for me...
I give thanks again and again...

Mom’s message---wmscog

Mom’s message

“Why isn't she coming home yet? It’s so late!”

Repeating her words,she was in a dither.

It was all because of my younger sister who still hasn't come home in this late night.

She waits for her call and after a while, she finally grabs her cellphone.

My mom didn't really call her children unless it was something special.

But it was an exception for me and my sister.
It was even more of an exception, when I used to live apart from my family.

I received mom’s text messages every single day.

Though I had my cellphone like my alter ego, I couldn't really reply her messages all the time.

I just felt bad so I couldn't possibly delete her messages, so they just piled up.

Her messages were short and concise, and didn't contain any fancy modifiers or emoticons.However, out of others, they were the friendliest messages, and messages that I could really feel the warmth.

‘I love you darling.’

‘Cheer up pumpkin.’

‘Don’t hang around late at night and go home early.’

‘Are you eating well enough?’

Though I scrolled down and down the messages that I have received, the only difference was the date and time. They were nothing special, but just messages worrying about me.

It could be consider as ‘no big deal, they are just messages,’ but sending those messages, she would have been all anxious, pressing the buttons one by one, trying to send her true heart.

Like the palm of my hand, I can visualize about her thinking about her child all day long, and finally grabbing her cellphone since she couldn't possibly stand still.

In contrary, I am just busy thinking about myself.
However, in a mother’s mind, there is nothing about herself, but full of thoughts for her children.

What’s the use of me talking about Heavenly Mother’s love who gave up Herself for me, the one who was blinded by greed and arrogance?

I cannot repay even with my whole life, or even mimic Heavenly Mother’s love and concern. Receiving Her love and concern, I am the most happiest person in this world.
 

Frailty a woman may be---WMSCOG

Frailty a woman may be


 “Oh, sister!”

“Oh my goodness! Sister, what brings you here?”

On the Sabbath day, a reunion was made in a restaurant.

Since there was a familiar face, I happened to look at it closely, and that was indeed my spiritual sister that I knew.

Few years ago, as young adults, we were at the same branch church.

When I remind myself about her...

She had a slim body as if it might fly away when the wind blew, a long straight hair  and she loved pretty accessories, which I can say she was a fully ladyish girl.

Compared to those days, she didn't change much at all.

However, she was holding hands of a little child.

She already got married and delivered a child; became a mom.

The child resembled her.

I had a funny feeling looking at them.

Though her outward appearance was the same, she wasn't the usual girl that I knew long time ago.

She carried her child with her slim arms, which I strongly felt maternal love from her.

At the same time, it reminded me of the saying that, “Woman are weak, but mothers are strong.”

Though the sister looked very fragile and weak, she was the best protector and a fence for her child.

Our God the Mother.

Though She is on this earth as a delicate woman, for the children of promise like Isaac, She has the almighty power of life to allow us to inherit Heavenly Kingdom.

Mom's 30 Minutes---WMSCOG

Mom's 30 Minutes

Seeing out my husband going to work, I tried to catch up on my sleep.

How much did I sleep?

My son, who slept quite early last night, got up early and insisted he was hungry.

As I sat slowly on my bed, I noticed that I got up 30 minutes later than usual.

"Gosh! I'm late! I’m late! I need to take you to the institute and I have to get to my appointment!"

I rushed, gave my son breakfast, grabbed my jacket and my bag, and left the house.

I was stamping on my feet repeatedly, at the place where the bus stopped to pick my son.

I was worrying the bus might arrive late.

Of course, the bus didn't arrive on time, which gave me a tantalizing situation.

"Oh well, what can we do? Greg, why don't you wait here alone? I’m sure the bus will come soon."

I left my son there, and hurriedly went for my appointment.

“Hey sister, what makes you rush this early?

It was a sister of my church who lived in the same town.

"Oh, I don't think it's that early. It had passed eight already."

"Huh? What are you talking about? It's not even eight yet."

Looking at my watch again, I noticed it wasn't half past eight, but half past seven.

Suddenly something sparked my mind.

"Greg!!! My goodness!"

Realizing I have left my son an hour early on that block, I ran.

But he was gone.

I tried to find him all around the nearest places where he could be: security office, playground, even near the institute. I even requested an announcement in my apartment, but he didn't appear.

"Greg! Greg! Where are you? Oh please..."

I don't know how much time has passed.

Anxiously and with haste, I was looking for my son.

Suddenly, I received a call from the institute.

He mistakenly got in a bus that runs to an elementary school, thinking that the bus was taking to his institute.

With a sigh of relief, my knees buckled.

I checked my watch and surprisingly only 30 minutes had passed.

I couldn't have imagined 30 minutes would have felt this long.

For a mom losing her child, 30 minutes was indeed a long time.

My eyes welled up.

I couldn't possibly stop my tears that came out with a surge of sorrow.

"Losing my son for just 30 minutes, I anxiously wandered all around to find him!

How heartbroken would our Heavenly Mother be finding Her lost children, the apple of Her eye, for a long time, 6,000 years?

Though She is mocked, scorned and ridiculed, She endures just because She misses Her children so much!"

All of a sudden, I felt something that I couldn't possibly express with words.

"This is it. This is God's heart. True love towards Their children.

But did I really try to find my lost brothers and sisters with this heart?

Though I said I have realized God the Father and God the Mother's love, did I really try to find Their children like today’s 30 minutes?

Asking myself and realizing how unfaithful daughter I was to God, I really hated myself.

Heavenly Father and Heavenly Mother...

Though I cannot describe Their grace with words, allowing this daughter who didn't realize the "heart of a mother losing her child," I give all thanks and love to Them for this realization.

I will engrave this realization deep down in my heart, and I will be a daughter who surely does the best to find the long lost brothers and sisters.

36.5 Degrees is the Secret of Love ---WMSCOG

36.5 Degrees is the Secret of Love

I always wondered why a normal body temperature was 36.5 degrees.

I got that answer yesterday through a fragrance.

Why is the body temperature 36.5 degrees?

Answer: God created men with that temperature for them to love each other for 365 days.

Hearing that fragrance, my heart was warmly touched.

I could feel that Heavenly Mother loves us so much, that She had given each one of us, this true message of love.

On the other hand, my heart ached, thinking that our sins are too heavy that we have to love each other without rest, for 365 days.

One of the brothers in Zion said to me,

"If your hands are so cold, though you place your hands near a heater or inside your blanket, it’s not easy for them to get warm again. But if you hold someone's warm hands, it thaws quickly."

Heavenly Mother always holds our hands warmly.

Just by thinking of Her warm heart embracing us, my heart becomes warm with joy.

Holding our brothers’ and sisters’ hands warmly beforehand…

I believe a warm cozy hug is the start of sharing Mother's love.

When the body temperature rises one degree from 36.5 degrees, you will have fever and a headache.

On the other way, when the temperature lowers one degree below 36.5 degrees, you may risk yourself with hypothermia.

All of a sudden, I began to realize...

The true meaning of 36.5 degrees is Heavenly Father's earnest request to not forget Heavenly Mother's devoted love; not even a day out of 365 days.

I surely must not forget God's message that was engraved in my heart with God's love.

Even to the deepest invisible parts---WMSCOG

Even to the deepest invisible parts



"You broke the cup! You should have been careful washing the dishes."

I heard my husband's voice in the kitchen.

When I went there, I saw the cup largely chipped on one side.

If I was the one washing it, I definitely should have noticed since it would've made a large noise while it broke.

But since I couldn't remember, someone else must have washed it.

"Ah! I think Nathan must have done it washing the dishes."

Hearing that, my husband furiously said,

"Don't let Nathan wash the dishes no more!"



Yesterday, I had a terrible migraine.

While I was lying on the sofa, my son said to me,

"Mom, you’ll get cold."

And covering me with a blanket he said,

"Aren't you tired? Take a rest, and I'll do the dishes."



Seeing my 8th grade son washing the dishes, he looked so sweet and I felt so proud of him.

Because of my son, I could take a nap.

I thought I heard a loud noise in my sleep, but I didn't worry because the dishes were very sturdy.

I guess that was when it broke.

I explained the whole story to my husband and asked him for a favor.

"Please forget about this incident. How can I scold Nathan who was so sweet?"

Quietly, I hid the cup somewhere my son couldn't see.

Though he broke a cup, I truly wanted to protect his heart; considering his mother.

When I preach the gospel, I often make mistakes.

What would have happened if God scolded me,

"Don't ever try to preach again, I don't need you for God's work!", whenever I made mistake?

Just like our Heavenly Mother who considers and embraces even our small gifts and hearts, I truly want to be a child resembling Heavenly Mother, understanding my brothers' and sisters' small efforts and hearts; even to the deepest invisible parts.

An Immature Son---WMSCOG

An Immature Son

Though my family didn't have our cakes baked, we had enough to live.
My parents bought mostly everything that I needed.
Entering 6th grade, I told them that I wanted to attend a supplementary educational institute for my grades.
They allowed me, thinking that I was commendable.
When it was time for me to graduate junior high school, my father said:

"I'm sorry son, but we're bad off. I don't think we can support you with the institute.
How about making a habit of studying by yourself?"

By that time, I had decent grades with the help of the institute.
I just couldn't stand that I couldn't attend the institute no more.
Though I kept on asking him if I could attend the institute, he just kept on apologizing.
Because things didn't go on my way, I left an unhealable scar on my father's heart.

"Dad, how come you can't even send me to an institute? My friends attend many institutes.
I wish I was born in a rich house, why was I born in this house?"

I could vividly remember what he said to me.

"I didn't do much for you, did I? Well, I did my best for you son... I tried my best to give everything what you surely needed. I'm sorry that I couldn't let you have more, more than I have given."

And it's now that I realize that he wanted me to stop attending the institute for a long time.
I remember him passing remarks like, "How about not going to the institute?" or "How about studying by yourself?"
He tried all he could to support my institute’s fee.
It is when I entered high school that he just couldn't possibly support.
He could have said to stop attending the institute from the very beginning, but he couldn't because I had too much desire.
And after bearing many years, he had no choice to tell me that he couldn't support.

Even today, I feel sorry for my father who kept on apologizing.
My father did let me have all that I needed.
There were things that I didn't necessarily needed, but he tried his best to let me have them all.
Though I could receive everything without any effort, I wasn't thankful at all.
I just grumbled that I couldn't have more.
I even had an arrogant thought that it was reasonable that parents had to feed their children's mouth.
Through my childhood memory, God allowed me to see how arrogant I was in heaven, and showed it to me as a shadow, of how much I hurt my Heavenly Father and Heavenly Mother's heart.
Just how I didn't thank my parents on this earth, I feel embarrassed that I didn't thank my Heavenly
Parents’ love and grace.
I don't want to commit the same mistake.
From now on, I want to become a child who can give overflowing thanks and joy to our Heavenly Father and Heavenly Mother.

Even during times I forgot---WMSCOG

Even during times I forgot



Seven years ago, I came to Illinois to work as an intern.

That was about the time I had to graduate from high school.

Seeing new people in an unfamiliar environment surely frightened me.

And every time I had to go through that situation, it was my mom who comforted me the most.

Whenever I was in pain or had hard times, my heart felt much lighter after talking to her on the phone.

As many days have passed, and as I got used to the place, I hardly ever called her.

I rather was frustrated when she called me while I was hanging out with my friends.

I had my cellphone number changed, but because I considered her calls inattentively, I postponed telling my mom my new number.

Then one day, I received a call.

“Hello? Who’s this?”

The person on the phone didn’t reply.

When I was about to hang up the phone, I heard a weeping sound.

“Who’s this? Who are you, and why are you crying on the phone?

“It’s your mom…”

“…………………………………….”

I couldn’t possibly call her “mom.”

“Sweetie, do you know my heart was in my mouth? I thought something awful happened to you.”

“M..om..”

With a sobbing voice, she said she was so anxious because she thought something happened to me.

She even called my former dorm prefect, and asked my friends back in my high school, but no one knew my new number.

Asking here and there, she finally got my number and got me on the phone.

I couldn’t say anything because I was so sorry.

Even when I lived without a blink or qualm, forgetting all about her, my mom continuously worried thinking that I might have had an accident or was hospitalized.

Worrying about me, she couldn’t eat or sleep.

And when she managed to fall asleep, she always had nightmares.

Hearing her on the phone, I realized how mean and an immature daughter I was.

I was also a mean and an immature daughter to Heavenly Mother.

Living in this world, I turned away from Heavenly Mother and forgot all about Her, and made her worry extremely.

But She always prayed for me and waited for me to return.

I truly feel so sorry to Heavenly Mother.

I want to stop being a troublemaker and become Heavenly Mother’s joyful daughter; who always listens to Her voice.

Words that I really wanted to tell---WMSCOG

Words that I really wanted to tell

My parents had me quite late in their age.
That is why I was embarrassed with them since they were far older than my friends' parents.
Being shameful, I did hurt my parents'hearts many times with harsh words.
I wonder how hurt their hearts would have been with an immature daughter.
Despite of all that, my parents had been through all hardships to send me and my sister to college in narrow circumstances.
Since my father only graduated elementary school, and my mother graduated junior high, they said that they had nothing else but their children.
They always told us to study diligently and not to get into hot water.
Though they didn't want us to worry about money like other ordinary children, they secretly wiped their tears for not being able to make us grow well-off.
As I and my younger sister grew up, my mother did all sorts of work; like working in the fields.
And my father went abroad, to Chile,Russia, Laos, and many other countries, with his skill of making charcoals.
He stayed there shortly for one month, in long-term for many months, and returned home with his income.
While making charcoals, because of the massive heat and light, his skin was darkly burnt.
When there were times when he had serious accidents, we all had our hearts in our mouths.
He said he had difficult times in Russia because of the severe cold weather.
Feeling sorry to see my parents enduring all hardships, I even thought it was better for me to give up my studies and get a job.
But I thought the best way to be filial to them is being diligent with my studies.
With their extreme love, I am now expecting my graduation.
Now that my parents are old, they quit working, and there are no parts of them that's left unscathed.
Nevertheless, they are the ones who worry about me, telling me to stop worrying about them, to take care of myself, and not to skip any meals.
Whenever they say those words, I burst into tears.
Though they are enduring more pain and sufferings, they are always worrying about their children.
How much would our Heavenly Father and Heavenly Mother be worrying about Their children?
For me, it is unimaginable.
These days, thinking about my physical parents and Heavenly Father and Mother, I cry like a baby.
Sometimes I move to tears by just hearing the words; "Father," or "Mother."
To my physical parents, I truly want to tell them that I am really thankful to them for raising me up well in difficult situations, and I want to tell them that I love them.

And to my heavenly parents...
Heavenly Father, thank you for finding your children throughout the most painful situation.
Heavenly Mother, thank you for praying and for living a life with your children without a moment of rest.
These are truly the words that I wanted to tell You all.

Washing with my own hands---WMSCOG

Washing with my own hands

My hometown is in the countryside.
If I wanted to go to downtown with a bus,it takes good 30 minutes to reach the bus stop.
My parents had a lonely life without any brothers or sisters.
Because of this, they just loved children,and I was the youngest daughter among their eight children.
No matter how tired my mom was with farming, she thought we; her daughters, will always do the housework after we've got married.
So she wouldn't let us help her with the housework at all.
Though I was raised in a farm village, I have never uprooted anything at all.
It was all because of my parents' fervent love.
Before washing machines were commonly in use, there were many neighbors gathering and hand washing their laundry at the well side and the stream bank of the village.
I envied them with a child's mind; when they were hand washing their clothes in suds, next to their buckets full of laundry.
Sometimes I secretly followed my friend and washed some of my socks.
Whenever that happened, my mom scolded me a lot.
I hated her because she never praised me for what I did.

This winter, the cold wave came more frequently than usual.
Constructively, the washing machine couldn't go in the bathroom of our house, and had to be installed in our yard.
When the weather became cold, the washing machine wouldn't work.
By the time my children's laundry piled up,I couldn't ignore but had to wash them with my hands.
In the beginning, I enthusiastically washed them since, it was fun and I felt great seeing clean clothes hanging on the line.
As time passed, my back and shoulders were so sore, and my limbs felt so heavy.
I couldn't help but kept on saying"Ouch!"
The pain was unbearable, so I went to the hospital for physical therapy.
Lying down, when I was treated, I suddenly thought of my mom.
Because I was raising my children, even though sometimes I didn't, I just had to do the housework.
Although it was only for few days in a helpless situation, it was surely strenuous.
I, myself could use hot water, but I don't know how my mom managed to wash all that laundry in a severely cold weather.
Hunkering down and washing those clothes,how much would have her body ached all over?
Her frozen hands must have been so sore...
After having a few days doing the laundry with own hands, I was so thankful and in a way I felt so sorry for not realizing my mom's sacrifice, and for not considering her love.
Even till now, though they are aged, my parents are still working diligently to give out everything for their children.
I feel more anxious when I think of my parents who have lived their entire life, bearing all their hardships just for us.
I eagerly want to deliver them to the arms of Elohim God.

Mom’s message---wmscog

Mom’s message

“Why isn't she coming home yet? It’s so late!”

Repeating her words,she was in a dither.

It was all because of my younger sister who still hasn't come home in this late night.

She waits for her call and after a while, she finally grabs her cellphone.

My mom didn't really call her children unless it was something special.

But it was an exception for me and my sister.
It was even more of an exception, when I used to live apart from my family.

I received mom’s text messages every single day.

Though I had my cellphone like my alter ego, I couldn't really reply her messages all the time.

I just felt bad so I couldn't possibly delete her messages, so they just piled up.

Her messages were short and concise, and didn't contain any fancy modifiers or emoticons.However, out of others, they were the friendliest messages, and messages that I could really feel the warmth.

‘I love you darling.’

‘Cheer up pumpkin.’

‘Don’t hang around late at night and go home early.’

‘Are you eating well enough?’

Though I scrolled down and down the messages that I have received, the only difference was the date and time. They were nothing special, but just messages worrying about me.

It could be consider as ‘no big deal, they are just messages,’ but sending those messages, she would have been all anxious, pressing the buttons one by one, trying to send her true heart.

Like the palm of my hand, I can visualize about her thinking about her child all day long, and finally grabbing her cellphone since she couldn't possibly stand still.

In contrary, I am just busy thinking about myself.

However, in a mother’s mind, there is nothing about herself, but full of thoughts for her children.

What’s the use of me talking about Heavenly Mother’s love who gave up Herself for me, the one who was blinded by greed and arrogance?

I cannot repay even with my whole life, or even mimic Heavenly Mother’s love and concern. Receiving Her love and concern, I am the most happiest person in this world.

Mother's Heart ---WMSCOG

Mother's Heart

When I arrived home, I noticed a scar on my second child’s face.
I got really upset seeing that scar, on no other place but on his face.
Though I asked him where he got that scar, he said it was just a scratch he got from a bookshelf.
Of course, I couldn't believe what he was saying, because it didn't look like a scratch at all.
My child couldn't lie in front of me, since I raised him strictly.
When he happens to lie, he surely gets caught.
He couldn't seem to look into my eyes, which made me doubt that he was telling the truth.
Later, I could hear the whole story.
He got into a fight with his elder brother, and eventually got a scar.
Though at times they had arguments, what made me furious was because it was the first time to see an actual scar.
I couldn't stand what they have committed, so I grounded them.
Though they cried, that they didn't mean to actually hurt each other, I couldn't possibly just get over with what they have committed.
I was just angry that they have actually hurt each other, when there were no other siblings than themselves.
Though many days passed, I was still upset seeing the scar on my second child's face.
But seeing my second child carefully putting medicine on my first child's face, it really made me laugh.
Through this, I could realize how hurt our Heavenly Mother must be when She sees Her children not being able to get along with each other, and being all sulky without knowing how to consider or to understand.
How painful would our Heavenly Father and Heavenly Mother's hearts must be?

"How good and pleasant it is when brothers live together in unity!"

Seeing my children, I could engrave God's words in my heart, of how God bestows life forevermore when brothers and sisters live together in unity.
It is truly a difficult task for the people with different personalities and understandings to unite.
That is why it must be a great blessing when that is accomplished.
I earnestly long to meet Heavenly Father when all of our brothers and sisters are covering each others' scars, and are united with continuous smiles and laughter.
I give all thanks to our Heavenly Father and Heavenly Mother for allowing me this realization through my children.
With this realization, I want to become Their child who follows Them, by serving and considering all brothers and sisters in Zion.

The Camel---WMSCOG

The Camel

Large eyes that can see far-away distance…
Long lashes that protects its eyes from sandstorms…
Humps that are used to store fat…
The camel in a documentary channel caught my eyes.

Camels have been evolving to be suitable in the desert, and hardly every run. They don’t have any natural enemies, but when they are under the scorching sun; their temperature rises and use up all their energy that they have stored.

That’s why camels walk slowly and peacefully on the sand, using their cushion-like, round flat soles.

You can get this sense, of the camels’ calmness during their delivery.

When it is time for their delivery, even camels raised by the nomads deliberately walk away to a far distant place and quietly undergo through labor all by themselves.

In the documentary, they caught a scene of an actual camel tolerably delivering its calf all by itself.

The camel and its calf didn't return, though the nomad waited for three days. The two nomads got on a motorcycle and began searching for the camel and its calf.

Though they found them, the calf couldn't even balance its body with its weak legs.

Finding no other alternative, they got it on the motorcycle and took off where the flock of other camels stayed.

The mother camel seemed to following the motorcycle slowly. When the motorcycle started to speed up with a splutter, the mother camel started to run with all its strength.

64km/h…

Panting, the mother camel didn't stop and ran continuously on its maximum speed.

Seeing the mother camel urgently racing for its calf, my heart also pounded quickly.

The camel was running, fearing that it might recede from its calf. It looked so pitiful because it was forgetting that its temperature was rising, and its energy was running out.

Camels’ maternal love goes on extreme, when their calves die.

When a calf dies, the nomads leave its body openly as an aerial sepulture, for it to decay naturally. They would always take the mother camel with them when this took place.

That’s because the mother camel, remembering its calf’s scent over a year, would always go back to the place where its calf’s body was laid.

One of the camels that lost its calf went back to that place after three days. It stayed near its calf’s cold body for a long time.

Maybe the mother needs some time to bury its calf in its heart. When the mother camel misses its calf, it soon comes back to the same place.

Panting and running for its calf, swallowing its sadness in the place where its calf’s body was laid, and coming back to its dwelling place…

All this; the mother camel’s love resembles our Heavenly Mother’s love.

Heavenly Mother came running, down to this earth with a burning heart, to find Her children who were separated in Heaven.

Neglecting Mother who was running heart-brokenly, I regret my past when I was insisting my own way.

The path of spiritual desert would have been so harsh for Her, and yet She carries all Her children’s pile of sins. I regret myself and pray a prayer of repentance for Mother, who would have been hurt even in Her deepest heart.

I want to change Her tears of sorrow to a smile. The tears that She had shed so much for this child…

Step by step, I want to fill my lacking character and faith, and become a child giving a pleasing smile to our Heavenly Mother.

Guided by Christ Ahnsahnghong and Heavenly Mother---WMSCOG

Guided by Christ Ahnsahnghong and Heavenly Mother

I am a youth working as a guide in a public institution.
When I first started the job, I really wanted to quit it right away because of tough and tiring work.  However, as I assisted the people who needed my help, I could feel rewarded and even realize their warm heart that I have never felt before.
 
An old man who keeps saying, thank you for helping me, even though you must have been so busy.”
An old woman who slipped some snacks and coffee into my hand and students greeting with bright smile….

From time to time, something bad happens but only with the word of encouragement and consolation, my hurt feeling melts away. Only thing I did was to guide people to go to the right direction that they want to go, but from the elderly to students and kids greet each other with a nod.

All of a sudden, the lost brother and sisters occurred to me.  Still now, they should be wandering in the dark world, not knowing how to get to the kingdom of heaven.  We are very thankful when someone shows me the way in the building.  Then, what about Heavenly Mother who always guides us to the eternal heaven and even accompanying us so we do not get lost nor wander any more.  How much should we be thankful for Heavenly Mother?

As we are all God’s called ones who are now on the way to heaven, we’d better guide our lost brothers and sisters who are wandering to the right path to heaven.  That way, we could altogether enter the kingdom of heaven without fail.

Also, we should never be out of Heavenly Mother who is surely guiding us to the kingdom of heaven.

A School on the Knees---WMSCOG

A School on the Knees

The very first school that I went,
Didn’t have no homework,
Nor desks,
Nor punishments.
When it rained and snowed,
When it was windy and hot,
Despite of all that,
It was a school that was all comfy.
In this school I realized,
What are the most important things in my life.
A school on the knees...
Yes, that’s my school on my mother’s knees...
The very first school that went,
Where only love existed...
-From “Thinking of my mother, I shed tears” -

Heavenly Mother’s prayers for Her children doesn’t last.
There’s no rest.
She had forgotten Her sleep long time ago.
Heavenly Mother knelt down for us...
And we gain rest lying on Her knees.

A Half of a Fingernail---WMSCOG

Full of truth,grace and mercy our Heavenly Father Christ Ahnsahnghong and Heavenly Mother who made the world and everything with the word of authority.
I give all thanks and glory to Heavenly Father and Mother.

A Half of a Fingernail

Being clumsy with the kitchen knife, I had a day when I almost cut half of my finger nail preparing a meal.

My finger wouldn’t stop bleeding, so I quickly put gauze over it and tied it up with some rubber band. By the time I almost finished preparing the meal, my hand was burning and sore.

As my tears that I held back dropped down my eyes, someone flitted through my mind.

The One who saved me with His precious blood…

“My Father.”

With that thought, I engraved God’s unfathomable love in my heart.

Even cutting almost a half of my fingernail approaches me as a fear of pain.

Having His whole body full of blood, how much pain would He had felt?

The pain that I had removing the gauze that wouldn’t just come off easily that clung on the skin, cannot be compared to Father’s pain; taking off the robe forcefully that clung on His body all covered with blood.

The reason why He did not open His mouth when He was oppressed and afflicted,

The reason why He did not open His mouth like a lamb to the slaughter,

It is for my transgressions, my iniquities, and to bring me peace.

After I, myself have experienced and felt the pain, my heart burned realizing God’s love towards me.

The One who loved me until His whole body was all sore,

The One who loved me even enduring the mockery of His creation,

With what kind of word from this world can we describe Father’s greatness?

Not even once, but He had endured twice, of the stinging pain of His whole body.

How can we dare know the end of God’s love for the sinner?

For God’s love, that nothing can exceed, I give all thanks with my whole heart.