The Words of the Water of Life Delivered Through Video

Balancing full-time work with caring for my family, I gradually began to neglect the gospel work. Busy with daily responsibilities, I barely managed to attend worship services and slowly lost the joy of faith. My spirit became weary, yet I made no effort to change.

Living with my sick mother added to my burden. Complaints and resentment filled my heart: Why am I the only one suffering like this? The weight of life pressed so heavily on my shoulders that I often wanted to run away. On nights when things felt unbearable, I would slip out to the balcony and cry like a child.

I knew I needed to regain my strength, but I didn’t know how. What helped me rise again was a sermon video uploaded on the official Church of God YouTube channel. Since I could watch anytime, anywhere, and the messages were overflowing with grace, I resolved to watch whenever I could to revive my dried-up soul.

But contrary to my determination, even watching a single sermon at first was difficult. My heart had become hardened and unplowed, unable to absorb the words of the water of life. Weeks passed with little change, and I began to wonder if something was wrong with me. I could easily have stopped watching, but I didn’t want to return to my former state. So I prayed earnestly and kept watching, asking God to let His words take root in my heart. Then, something miraculous happened—the sermons began to sink in. Each message felt sweet like honey. My heart was deeply touched, and soon one or two sermons a day were not enough.

The power of God’s word was truly amazing. Even though none of my circumstances had changed, gratitude began springing up in my heart. I, who once struggled simply to maintain my faith, even gained the courage to share the Word. Hoping my close coworkers would also be saved, I asked—for the first time since joining the company—if they would listen to a sermon. They gladly agreed.

Only then did I realize why the door opened so easily. Although I had not preached the gospel for two years at work, I had tried to live with good deeds as a child of God. Whenever I saw something that needed to be done, I did it quietly—even if it wasn’t my job—thinking, “Maybe the person in charge is too busy.” Those small acts must have softened their hearts.

One coworker showed especially great interest. She said, “I didn’t know the Bible had such teachings,” and “I feel chills from head to toe.” On the day of the presentation, she kept her promise without fail and listened attentively. Her consistently warm and thoughtful personality made me feel as though she was one of our heavenly family, so I invited her to the “Our Mother” Writing and Photo Exhibition. The moment she entered, she burst into tears, reminded of her grandmother. She carefully viewed every display with deep emotion. After the exhibition, I said, “I hope you’ll become part of our heavenly family.” She joyfully received the blessing of new life. When she later said, “Let’s study the Bible together after work tomorrow,” it felt like a precious gift from God that filled my heart with joy.

Above all, I was profoundly grateful to Father and Mother. Through Their word, God softened the hardened soil of my heart and allowed the seed of truth planted in my coworker’s heart to grow and bear fruit. I am not an eloquent speaker; I merely shared the Word with the earnest desire that she would hear God’s voice. Yet God poured out grace far beyond anything I could do on my own.

The grace of God’s word also reached my mother. Though she had once received the blessing of new life, she had long attended a Babylon church and had difficulty accepting the Second Coming Christ who came in the flesh. After moving in with me, she began coming back to Zion, but I wasn’t sure how her faith would be strengthened.

Eventually, I gave her some Truth Books, sermon books, and issues of Elohist, knowing she loved to read. Her faith grew rapidly through the books. She shared the Passover with her former church acquaintances, staff at her adult daycare center, and even with her own children who had not yet received the truth. She even stammered her way through truth presentations.

Every Sunday, she woke up early to study the Bible over the phone with my second eldest sister in Jeolla Province. Seeing my mother—wearing reading glasses, Bible open, carefully underlining verses as she listened on speakerphone—felt like witnessing a miracle. She reflected for days on the teachings she studied, and she often shared touching passages from the sermon books with me. Truly, the words of the water of life revive souls.

In the past, I was full of myself. My self-centered faith made me stumble at even the smallest trial, and I blamed my environment for everything. But when I emptied myself and welcomed God—the Word—into my heart, thankfulness began to overflow in every situation, and I started influencing those around me positively.

What began as a small habit of watching sermon videos led to a profound transformation that strengthened my once-weak faith. I give all thanks to Father and Mother for awakening me to join in the work of saving lives.