The Power of Mother’s Love That Fulfills Prophecy

India is a land of hundreds of languages—and even more gods. I was raised in a Catholic family, and my faith remained firm throughout my upbringing. Among all religions and deities, I found no love greater than that of Christ, who sacrificed Himself on the cross for humanity. Deeply moved by that love, I believed in God wholeheartedly and lived a life of fervent faith, convinced that salvation could be found nowhere else. After completing a two-year Bible education program and receiving a calling to preach, sharing God’s word became part of my everyday life wherever I went.

However, the more I studied church doctrine, the more I began to notice teachings that conflicted with the Bible. God had clearly commanded that idols should neither be made nor worshiped, yet images stood throughout the sanctuary. I also questioned why the Holy Communion—observed by Jesus only on the night before His suffering on the cross—was celebrated every week. When I raised these questions with church leaders, I received explanations that felt more like excuses than clear or convincing answers.

This led me to ask myself a serious question: Can salvation truly be found without following God’s word?

Before long, doubt gave way to anxiety. I began to fear that I might have been running in the opposite direction from heaven all along. Since my one and only hope was to enter heaven, I resolved to search for the unmistakable truth practiced according to the Bible. With earnest determination, I visited church after church. Yet each time, the same questions remained unanswered.

At last, the only path left to me was prayer. Day after day, I earnestly pleaded with God to save my soul. Then one day, I met someone preaching God’s word. The phrase “God’s word” immediately caught my attention. Only later did I realize that he was Korean. Opening the Bible, he explained that the Sabbath and the Passover must be kept. Because these teachings were clearly recorded in the Bible, I could not deny them. After studying the Bible several more times, I became convinced that the church he attended held the truth, and I decided to become a member of the Church of God. Though it was a small house church, my first visit remains vivid in my memory. As two members sang the New Song, I felt—without being able to explain why—that this was truly a great church.

A week later, I studied about the Second Coming Christ and learned that He had come to Korea. The idea felt unfamiliar and distant—so distant that it seemed as distant from me as Korea itself was from India. Although I sensed that this was the true church, my heart was torn, and I did not know what decision to make. That Sabbath, instead of attending worship, I prayed alone at home, earnestly asking God to lead me to the true God.

When Monday came, I knew I could no longer delay my decision. While running an errand nearby, my steps naturally led me toward the church. I prayed for a sign. If no one was there, I would not attend the church. But if someone was there, I would never leave it for the rest of my life. Looking back, I realize how shallow and presumptuous that prayer was. In truth, I already knew that no one was supposed to be there at that hour, and deep in my heart, I had nearly made my decision.

Nevertheless, when I knocked on the door with a trembling heart, two members opened it and warmly welcomed me. They taught me the truth of God the Mother—a truth I had never heard before, yet one that was remarkably clear and certain. I came to understand that Ahnsahnghong, who revealed the final secrets of the Bible, is the Root of David and the Father of my soul. As I confirmed through biblical prophecy that the Second Coming Christ was to appear in the East, all my doubts faded away.

From that day on, I have never strayed from Zion. At the time, the church was a one-hour walk from my home. Considering that there were only two churches in all of India, the fact that one was so close—and that among countless people, its members shared the gospel with me—felt nothing short of a miracle. When I prayed at Zion and opened my eyes, I would see only two or three members, yet I knew without doubt that this was the city of truth and the warm embrace of God. The day I prayed earnestly, walked to the church, and knocked on its door changed my destiny forever. Since then, whenever I meet someone who cannot yet accept the truth, I am reminded of who I once was, and I share the gospel with even greater earnestness.

Leading even a single soul is no easy task. In India, serving gods is deeply woven into everyday life. Even when someone becomes convinced of the truth, changing beliefs and practices held for an entire lifetime is not easy. Still, by the grace of God, I was able to come to Zion. Believing that what was possible for me is also possible for others, I continue to preach. I believe that all the members in India share this same heart. Despite hardships and trials, we remain devoted, holding firmly to the conviction that salvation exists only in God Elohim.

Now, more than twenty years have passed, and the gospel has spread throughout most of India. What once consisted of only two Zions has grown into hundreds, and the number of languages spoken in Zion has become countless. Each time I see members from different cultures and backgrounds united as one, I cannot help feeling the fulfillment of the prophecy: “Lift up your eyes and look about you: All assemble and come to you” (Isa 60:4). What I once understood only as words has now come vividly to life, as Heavenly Mother leads us with love and teaches us to live by that love.

When I later visited Korea and met members from many nations, I felt even more deeply that the living water from Mother had flowed to every corner of the world. Thinking of Heavenly Mother—who has cultivated the gospel field through countless hardships over so many years—fills my heart with both deep sorrow and profound gratitude. Though She is God, She endures physical weariness just as we do, yet bears everything solely out of love for Her children, fulfilling every prophecy without rest. For this boundless love, I offer my deepest thanks.

Even today, we live and smile within that love. I long to share more widely the love that has been given to me, so that many may dwell in the love of our Heavenly Father and Mother and experience the fullness of happiness and blessing that I have received. Father and Mother are truly the way, the truth, and the life itself. Whenever I faced challenges on the path of faith, I prayed to Mother and sought Her help. Whether in times of strength or weakness, my prayer was always the same—that I would never be separated from heaven. I know that I stand here today because Father and Mother heard that prayer and held firmly onto me.

Following Mother’s example, I resolve to practice a love that gives and to devote myself wholeheartedly to the salvation of each soul. Just as Mother has always held onto me, I too will hold the hands of our heavenly family in Mother’s love. With all my heart and strength, I will walk together with them until we reach our heavenly home.