Nov 09 2017
I’ve had a few close shaves with death. One such time was when I was overwhelmed with depressing thoughts, when I felt utterly useless and inadequate. But, in that moment, I was saved by Jesus.
It started with a rich businessman. I met an important businessman who was ill, and he lamented that his riches were useless because he had a sickly body. This struck me, and so I offered to pray for his health. After sincerely praying, he started feeling better and showing signs of recovery.
Thankful for my prayers, he offered a gift in return. However, I simply told him that it would be good if he could believe in God and start going to church diligently, to which he promised. Upon his insistence to give me a gift, I told the church near my house needed a new bell, since the old bell had been spoilt for awhile and so, the villagers now lacked something that could remind them to work and rest. Immediately, he agreed and gave me some money. I then used the money to head to the nearest city that sells church bells.
I almost killed myself
On the journey, I bumped into a group of students. Looking at them, I felt the fire of evangelism in me light up. I thought to myself:
how should I approach them? Should I start with, “how are you? Do you go to church?” No – this way of starting the conversation is so old-fashioned; they’ll definitely ignore me.
Or maybe: “Hello! The weather is really nice, right? I guess you all are going somewhere for a holiday?” No, that sounds odd, too. Or I could ask them, “Hi, have you all read the bible? Do you have any questions? I have read it many times, and have lots of comments!” But asking this way is too unexpected too.
The desire to evangelise them burst out from my chest as I ran through the scenarios in my head. However, I couldn’t gather the courage because I was too shy and my mouth was not able to finish what I wanted to say. Every time I finally mustered the courage to walk over to the students, my mind went blank and I would dejectedly walk back. The students looked at me, walking towards them then walking backwards. Two steps forward, one step back. Feeling utterly disappointed in myself, I kept rebuking myself. I was angry that I couldn’t do God’s work, even after He serendipitously put an evangelism candidate before me. You can’t even say a single word, and yet you want to evangelise and become an announcer? Believing myself useless, I was frustrated that I’d continuously disappointed Jesus and worried my parents.
I got more and more agitated and more upset. In a moment of anger, I left my seat and ran out of the train carriage door. In that moment, I truly felt like dying. Jump down and die – that’s the best solution. Images of my failure to talk to the students flashed in my mind. I closed my eyes and was prepared to jump down.
Jesus saved me
Suddenly, something grabbed my neck, I was so shocked that the thought of jumping off the train was banished immediately. “Who was it who grabbed me? Is it the train driver? I did not see him just now?” I thought. I looked around but strangely, there was not a single person.
“It must be my reaction from wanting to escape from death. I’m despicable. I am really unbelievable. I do not even have the determination to die!”
When I was shaking my head at myself, I heard a voice that is about to cry saying: “I have already died for you. Why then, do you want to die?”
Immediately I recognized it as Jesus’s voice. Jesus said it in a very sad tone and that frightened me. I told Jesus that I felt useless because I didn’t even have the courage to talk to people, I was unable to help the Lord to spread the gospel. I cried tears while confessing my stupidity. Jesus replied saying:
“A child would not be able to hold a very big object, right? Why are you discouraged and chose death because of this? Do you know how precious life is? Do you know how sad I am without a body?”
I replied, “But, everything I do, I don’t do well.”
“You will do well after you’re grown up. Let’s start by evangelizing one by one. Live with me and become my body.”
Since that incident, Jesus’ words became engraved in my mind. I evangelised one at a time, thinking that Jesus is working through my body. One step at a time, I spread the word to the whole nation, and now to the world. I’ve since become more confident in preaching the word to crowds.
Although I’m no longer young, I’m still driven by the fiery heart to live for the Lord. I confessed to Jesus every day saying: “Lord, don’t worry about me, I am living for the Lord, and living to fulfill the will of the Lord. Thus, no matter what hardship I faced, it is ok. I am a happy man!
We’ve all been there; there are days where you feel like giving up on yourself because you feel that you’re lacking. Listen to my story – even though it’s hard now, know that if you entrust it to the Lord, you will overcome this difficulty and do big things and become a happy person!
Oct 26 2017
In the 1970s, I needed to support my family. I needed to buy clothes for my mother. One of the things that I had made up my mind to do when I went back to Vietnam was to buy clothes for her. Even though I knew that my dad would scold me for doing it, I was determined to get her an outfit. But, if I gave even a bit of the money away, I wouldn’t be able to buy anything for her. If I gave everyone a little bit of money, then I would only be able to give half of what I had to church. My older brothers and my younger siblings had all prayed for me, so I wanted to give them all a small sum too. However, I just went ahead and bundled up all of the money and took it to church. The bundle of money was so big that it wouldn’t go into the offering bag. I thought about what to do and I went and sat on the podium. I built the Seokmak church with that money.
I was rebuked by my brothers.
“How could you do that? Even if it was just a little bit, you should have left a little bit of money for your family when you gave your offering.”
A commotion broke out, and so, my family went to the church and spoke to the deacon about it.
“He put all of that money in the offering but he didn’t talk to anyone at home about it, so he shouldn’t have done that.”
But I had already spoken to the deacon and warned him that,
“If they take any of the money, the responsibility will be on your shoulders.”
So I had already brainwashed him thoroughly.
“They won’t take all of the money from you, but don’t even let them take ten won. If anything happens, it’s all your fault.”
I can remember saying that.
When I went home after I had put the money in the offering, a feeling of being thankful that God had saved my life, which was so precious that I couldn’t trade it for the whole world, sprang up inside of me. The money that I had given seemed like less than ten cents. It didn’t even seem like one cent. When I thought about how God had kept me alive, it didn’t even seem like one cent.
“God, if you want the tape recorder I’ll give it to you. It’s all yours; I’ll just keep it safe for you,” I said and I thanked God.
After I had sacrificed my television and given it to God, I wanted to watch the news. Back then nobody in the valley had a television. There was just one house in Jinsan that had a television but it was not as new or expensive as mine was. That’s how few televisions there were. However, after I had given my TV to God, I felt no sense of regret.
Then I was reading the Bible, I was reading Proverbs and I kept on seeing a vision. It looked like I was watching the TV but I was watching what was happening around the world. In Proverbs 17:4-5 it says:
4 A wicked man listens to evil lips;
a liar pays attention to a malicious tongue.
5 He who mocks the poor shows contempt for their Maker;
whoever gloats over disaster will not go unpunished.
It seemed like this (these verses) was one book. “3,000 proverbs are like 3,000 books.” So it looked like there were 3,000 books tightly packed on to the one bookshelf. “If you read Proverbs, it’s like reading 3,000 books. “
Even if you read one book, it would be hard to find even one proverb in it. I was reading Proverbs a lot and I realized deeply how precious they were. I gave up my TV for God; He showed me spiritual TV. If I just think about something, I can see it. I realized that this was something that had come from God. He has never taken it away from me. If it was just a TV, like the TVs in the world, it would have broken already. No matter how good a TV was, some part of it definitely would have broken. Since I gave everything to God, God gave me things that were much better.
Then I sold the tape recorder and used the money that I got from it to make the charts. I sold the TV and used the money to build Seokmak church. If you’re talking about 100,000 won back then, it would have been enough to buy thirty-three thousand square meters of land in Seoul. But I used that money to build Seokmak Church, so can you imagine just how much money went into it? Now the time has passed and we have electricity and there is no one who doesn’t have a TV.
I gave my television to God long ago and built a church, so that people could be saved and so that I could make charts. The most important thing is that I was given the TV of the spiritual world through which I can keep on talking to God and eternal lives that can record God’s words and put them to practice. That’s how I met all of you, right? This was a blessing. Don’t live for the useless things of the world but live a beautiful life, a life of value for God.
Oct 03 2017
Recently, an incident that occurred when I was nine came to mind. Some guests were visiting my house but there was nothing at home that we could serve them with. So, my mother gave me some money to buy two eggs from the village marketplace down the mountain and instructed me to make a quick trip.
The journey to and fro the marketplace was about 6 km. Going to the marketplace, I could make it down quickly, but coming back was a different story. Since I had to run with an egg in each hand, it slowed down my progress. With my mother’s voice instructing me to quickly come home, I decided to put an egg each in my pocket, freeing my hands so I could sprint home quickly. I ran home all the way, slowing down only when I was nearing my house.
Never did I expect..
As I stuck my hand into my pockets to retrieve the eggs, I came into contact with something wet. With a sinking heart, I realised that the eggs had broken due to the rigorous movement of my sprint. My face paled and my heart quickened.
What should I do? What have I done? Oh, why did I put the eggs in my pocket, knowing that they would break? Mother is still waiting to cook these eggs for our guest!
I considered running back to get two more eggs, but was stopped when I realised I had no money left. What should I do? The more I thought about it, the more absurd thoughts would come to mind. Briefly, I even contemplated running away from home. Although I was mere metres away from home, I continued to wander around outside aimlessly for a long time. Even when the moon hung high in the sky, I still didn’t return home.
Eventually, my mother came out to look for me and found me in a bush nearby. “What are you doing here? Why didn’t you go home after so long? I was so worried about you!”
“I’m sorry mom, I broke the egg…” I cried as I spoke.
“The eggs broke? How?”
“You told me to come back quickly so I placed the eggs in my pockets so I could run faster and return sooner. I only realized the eggs broke after that.”
“You didn’t dare to come home because of this?”
“Yes… I’m sorry mom…”
“Don’t be silly. If the eggs broke, so be it. It isn’t that big of a deal. Besides, the guests have long left. It’s late, let’s go home.”
That day, my mother held my hands throughout the entire journey as we made our way back home. Holding her hands, all of my worries disappeared and warmth coursed through me.
As I reflected about the past
Thinking about it now, I realise that God will hold your hand throughout it all.
Even as I think back to this incident years later, I laugh at my naivety – that I didn’t dare to go home simply because of two broken eggs.
“Ah, just like how the things that caused us so many worries when we were young eventually turn out to be such a small matter after we have grown up, the Lord is telling me through this incident that the things that I am worrying about now will feel like nothing when I look back upon them in the future.”
“Just as how I felt so at ease and without worries when my mother held onto my hands then, I want the Lord Jesus to lead me forward holding my hands. In this way, I will have nothing to worry about.”
Year after year, I continued to live with this attitude till today and would like to pass on this mentality, encouraging teenagers who currently fear the difficulties ahead of them.
Your difficulties are ordinary things, just like the two eggs. There is nothing that the Lord can’t fix. So, let the Lord hold your hand, and overcome all your difficulties with ease.
Jun 10 2017
How do you want to live your life? Do you simply go through the motions of life, existing from day to day? In my life, I can say that I’ve found meaning by spreading God’s Word because I’ve followed the teachings of the wisest teacher – the Lord.
Who am I?
I’ve always doubted myself – I’m not smart; I don’t think quickly; and I can’t speak well in front of crowds. I prayed, telling God sincerely: “Lord! I am ignorant and stupid. Now matter how deeply I think, there is just no possibility of me becoming smart. People constantly call me stupid, saying that my brain is useless. I thought that what I’ve done so far is wise, but I’ve realised that it was foolish and so, I’m a stupid person without wisdom. Yes! I now realise and acknowledge that I am stupid.”
My ignorance pained me, and I cried in agony. Suddenly, in that moment, I heard a voice gently comforting me:
“I already knew you are neither intelligent nor wise, so please stop cursing yourself. No matter how stupid and useless a person may be, as long as he has the heart to learn from someone wise, he can also gain wisdom. But no matter how smart and wise a person maybe, if he learns from a foolish teacher, he will definitely become a fool. Therefore, foolishness and lack of wisdom is not the problem; the problem is whether you follow the intelligent teacher or not.”
This spurred me. With a renewed sense of motivation, I searched high and low for the wise teacher. Yet, I realised with disappointment, that in my village, no such person existed.
The Wise Teacher is non other than Jesus
That night, while praying, I realised that the wise teacher is someone I already knew: the Lord himself. I confessed that Jesus was the one and only wise teacher. Since then, whenever I prayed, through my thoughts, the Lord will appear and teach me the words of the Bible. He taught me about the laws of creation and reasons of the universe. Gradually, I came to see and understand God’s words in a clearer manner. Scriptures that were once confusing became understandable.
This continued for a few years. Then, I felt the Lord’s inspiration in my heart: Since I became the teacher who taught you, after learning from me, you too, go out and become the Teacher who teaches others about this word.
Looking back at the past
Years have passed since the Lord told me this. Till today, remembering what the Lord told me, I’ve been sharing the word of this time period to all parts of the world. With God’s word of the time period and God’s mentality, the Lord made me a wise teacher by letting me learn from Him.
You too – who will you learn from? How do you want to live your life? This is the best time to think about making yourself. Then, find your wise teacher and make yourself into that great person by learning the Word of God. In this way, your spirit and body will become the greatest person on this earth.
May 17 2017
After saving the life of a Prisoner of War (P.O.W) at the expense of mine, I brought him back to our base camp. However, the Vietcong was eventually killed by my platoon leader. I was completely heartbroken and devastated! How can someone take away the life of someone else’s life so easily, a precious gift given by God?
As I prayed for the late P.O.W., I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. If I had been there with him, he wouldn’t have been killed. I regretted entering the cave to catch the other Vietcong, because I ended up leaving him alone. I cried and cried overnight.
He was a Catholic. I felt a deep affection for him because we owed the lives of each other, and we were both Christians after all. I’d grieved over my beloved brother’s death for weeks. He was always in my prayer and he became my spiritual friend. In 20 years since the military discharge. I tried to find my war buddy. Yoo, Kun Tae. I’d searched for him all over South Korea for four years, but he was nowhere to be found.
His irresistible love for alcohol, tobacco and women finally took him to another world. Also, I looked for the then-platoon leader, Son. I found out that he was promoted to the rank of lieutenant colonel. One winter day, he and his family – his wife, a son and a daughter – died in sleep from briquette gas poisoning. He was only in his 40’s, the prime of his life. Not loving brothers and ruthless killing of enemies brought calamity upon him and his family. I wrote this testimony of how God worked in this episode because neither the dead nor those unseen can testify His works.
Remember only love can save our body and soul/spirit.
May 17 2017
This episode happened sometime when I was in Tuy Hoa area when I was 22. My unit was urgently dispatched to the edge of Mt. Cai during the wee hours. We knew that the Vietcong would come down to a town via this area for provisions. My unit ambushed in a line. The tropical heat was so oppressive that we felt like we were steamed in a cooker. All day long, we had to lie on our stomachs in ambush, taking aim with a rifle in the scorching heat. At about 4pm, a couple of enemies began to appear. We watched warily as their numbers increased up to 17. They were cautiously approached toward us, carrying their weapons on their sides. Over the next one and a half hours, they finally reached a point only 30m away from us. Our plan was to shoot them simultaneously when they were 25m away.
My heart went out to them – they were naively headed for an execution ground. I was greatly troubled as if it was me out there walking toward death. I thought of their family members, sweethearts, and special ones. Just as my mother and other family members would eagerly pray for my life and safety, theirs would do the same. Killing them meant more than just getting rid of enemies, at the same time, it also made the lives of their loved ones hell. It was too cruel and sorrowful.
I pleaded with God and the Lord to save their lives. Then, an inspiration hit me,
“Do I kill them? It’s you who kill them. Why do you ask me to save them?”
Upon hearing that, I realized that whether they were saved or killed was up to me. The Vietcong continued approaching us stealthily, but they moved slowly because they were looking out in all directions. It was as if they sensed a gloomy foreboding. We were on the brink of killing them at the platoon leader’s command. It dawned on me that I had to do something quickly to save them. Once I thought of them as my sweetheart, I couldn’t lose any second. I purposely coughed. The Vietcong, at once, lied on the ground. They were whispering to each other to verify what the sound was.
Looking at their clueless behaviours, I grabbed a handful of tall grass in front of me and shook it. This time, they darted back to the way they’d come. Another miracle for saving lives took place in my heart. Such rescuing deeds saved the lives of my company – for one year, nobody in my company was injured despite the countless engagements.
Meanwhile, my military duty was done, so I returned to Korea. Three months later, when I rejoined the same company, I could barely find any familiar faces for they had been killed.
On the day I arrived, some were killed, thus the atmosphere of the company was like that of a house in mourning. Even the company commander was crying. During the period of three months of my absence, the casualties were nine times higher than during the one year I was there despite our involvement in more numerous, dangerous operations then. Once again, I realized how God protected my war buddies’ lives while I was with them for I valued the lives of the enemies as if they were mine. Without me, the rampart that protected their lives fell.
Be aware that by the condition you saved others’ lives, God will protect yours accordingly. Love is intense as fire and stronger than hatred. It produces great miracles.
I could save the lives of the 17 foes in that operation alone because I loved them. Such deeds also freed their loved ones from possible dreadfulness. Since I treasure all lives, a meaningful life of saving mankind was bestowed upon me.