Cheon Hwa Gung, Las Vegas, Nevada, USA * Morning Hoon Dok Hae Address
Today, report to me whoever is dozing. While I am speaking, you are nodding off—are you confident? “Yes.” This is no laughing matter.
Now! (Hoon Dok Hae) “It is the, the Owner of Peace, the Owner of the lineage.” The Owner of peace—since there is one called the Owner of peace, and even God has not done it, how can we be the Owner of peace? It is a serious problem.
Mother! Sing the national anthem (gukga) once. Mother, where did you go? Mom! Let us sing the national anthem once. Recite the lyrics once. That national anthem—how I, walking along the wall of Pyongyang Gobo (Pyongyang Higher Common School), past Eulmildae, in this desolate plain, on the paths once trodden only by beasts—I am one who walked there much.
Let us sing the national anthem, the national anthem. We must go to the homeland. “'The Grace of Devotion'” “Not 'The Grace of Devotion,' but 'The Grace of Glory.'” Stay still. Walking that path as a young man in my twenties, there was no place to set foot. To set foot down, the ground would not hold.
In the Homeland, There Was No Place to Set Foot
Read it once; do not sing. “Yes.” The lyrics. Try it. Not singing—the lyrics. Try it. Sing it. Why? Sing it naturally. “The radiance of glory shining from afar—revive vigorously, free spirit—throughout these mountains, these valleys, awake and rise—the radiance of revival shall shine eternally…” What is that—the glory of what? “The radiance of glory. (True Mother)” “The radiance of glory.” What kind of radiance of glory? “The radiance of glory shining from afar, revive vigorously, free…” What is the radiance? “The radiance of glory, of God…”
God does not know the body (che). The radiance of glory is the radiance of grace (eunsa). If you do not know the word “grace,” will it do? What is the radiance of glory? Try it. “The 2nd verse…” No, the 1st verse. “The radiance of glory, revive vigorously, the free spirit…” Has it revived, or must it revive? “It says it must revive.” It must. Is it the radiance of glory? It has not appeared. Grace has not appeared. Does the teacher know? Do you know the meaning? “Revive vigorously.” “Revive vigorously, free spirit…” Free, the liberated free spirit—from there, only then, has the bud begun to sprout.
It speaks of the root. “Throughout these mountains, these valleys—awake and rise…” It has not awakened. Day or night, in all four seasons, the river is frozen, lying frozen, not awakening. Anywhere in the four directions, it must awake and rise.
The light of revival and the pulse of revival—looking even here, in that life-sphere, there must be waves striking like the sea. There it must live, and the ecology, the environment, must come into being—is it not so?
The Four Directions of These Mountains and Streams Must Awake and Rise
If laid waste in such a place, where has it gone—what is this song doing?
Independence warrior, patriotic warrior. Try it again. “1st verse: The radiance of glory shining from afar—revive vigorously, free spirit…” Free.
At the End Day, the teacher is the garden of freedom—freedom. In the light, it is the garden of freedom. Not a life of freedom. A life lived together. That climbing of Eulmildae—there was nothing connected to God. The country I had been chased through has all vanished.
The marks—on the rocks where I lived, without realizing, mutually touching one another; secretly touching the hand of the wife one loved; secretly kissing without realizing; the habit of sleeping together there—must remain. Is it not so? On some day, at some time, from memory, the environment itself is not.
If it had been revived… Then next: “2nd verse: The Glorious Existence whom we call to seek, that great form embracing the cosmos…”
Embracing the cosmos, only then does it become so.
"If the awakened free spirit is, where is it?—the form that He seeks, how shall I attend?—the form that He seeks, how shall I attend?…" It is a saying of inner anguish. "3rd verse: From death…"
Stay still. Are you trying to pass over it? You must think of the relation it has woven with me. In whatever I must do, this and become the responsible one, wherever I go. If there are tears all night, the tears must burst forth as from a spring. The 2nd verse is so, no? Try again.
"The Glorious Existence whom we call to seek, that great form embracing the cosmos…"
Embracing the cosmos. It is not the land of Pyongyang. It is not the homeland Kim Il-sung wished for.
"If the awakened free spirit is, where is it?—the form that He seeks, how shall I attend?…"
Those who say they would be patriots in the land of Pyongyang—The teacher is dumbfounded. Climbing Moranbong with the throng around Pastor Lee Yong-do to offer devotion, with the village unable to sleep and weeping breaking out—such play was done; why was it cut off? It was all given to the springwater site of Wonsan.
The Word Is Alive
For three seasons, four seasons, several thousand years aged… Our Joint Wedding, the white-sand beach of Munsan—what flower?
Was it haedongwha or haedanghwa? “It is haedanghwa (rugosa rose).” Aju, thinking of such things, listening even to our grandfather's words, all in the midst of such things, groaning, alone—I will pioneer the path of myriad-fold blood-oath of “I shall succeed.” It is not just my one generation. While you are alive, after the teacher has passed by, what remains? What will remain?
That all remains here is not the point. The Word—the Word is alive. Understand? In this single piece of cloth, the Word is alive. When I, throughout my lifetime, build the standard by which you can live here and practice, what would you say? Here, the editor uses the editor's mark—drawing a circle clearly so the mark shows. With what thought did the teacher draw the circle?
The Tongil Encyclopedia, with the world's Hoon Dok Hae leaders, the heaven that gathers all, God's homeland and home village, and the one people who, having married, serve only that one people mutually, mutually only one. Preparing the textbook. Then “The 3rd verse? When my one existence, awakened from death, is embraced and held in His own self—the eternal sound of love and comfort—long, long enjoy and dwell in glory—long, long enjoy and dwell in glory.” Such a poem. Faith is not vague—that is what it means. Up to the 4th verse, no?
Faith Is Not Vague
“The 4th verse: Even being embraced in glory…” Even leaving traces in glory for a long, long time, the writing of the poet's pen—the gem-like words above are again repeated and written. Even being embraced in glory—”Even being embraced in glory is His grace…” Not embraced in glory's gratitude—it speaks of glory. The path of glory must be left. The path of gratitude is always begun anew. What is glory?
"Even being embraced in glory is His grace—even being intoxicated by love is His grace—lifting up and lifting up to repay—how can I withhold this heart of insufficiency—how can I withhold this heart of insufficiency."
Is that of the individual?
Before the heart swelling within God's eternal love, it speaks of continuing, burning without falling away, going on. It is reality, reality. It is not a concept, no?
The Path of Glory Must Be Left
"It is one of the holy songs Father composed in 1946 when he received Heaven's command and went to Pyongyang and stayed there. The lyrics are truly revelatory and very fine."
What is fine?
Ordinary people, those who write poems, have used such common, shallow words. Going up Eulmildae sparingly, raising the waist over the stone wall of Pyongyang Gobo, taking the wall as my brother, I became so. Going down the steps from Eulmildae to Moranbong, there is a Buddhist temple. I went up further. “When I went last time, I visited it all. Eulmildae, Moranbong.”
Passing through, the feeling will be deep. Since I crossed the mountain and came—the footprints Kim Il-sung left—what? I do not even think them worth as much as the dirt under a toenail.
What would Unification Church members go there to buy?
Is there any place that would help even if I bought a thatched hut and lived there for a year, even if they themselves prevailed? The land of Jeongju is the same.
Even at night when it was dark, listening to the howling of wolves, mountains, like crossing from the eastern side of the mountain valley to the western, fearing even the slope—feeling the responsibility of having to go—even having to go up to the top and come back, only then could sleep come, saying that the day had ended; how earnest is even now, even now. While going about Washington, when one goes for an encore, is the person himself a problem? It is what anyone would wish.
Passing through here, while I pass through, what would be different?
What you give to others, what saves them at the last—how precious it is, you do not know. The heart that can continue in the father's place, in my place—such a heart must go forth; if such a heart does not go forth, it will not do.
Even when going to tongil (unification), going with Mother—if Mother rejoiced, it would be done; what is there to respond habitually in everyday giving and receiving? When I am happy, even if I buy a coat for the one who comes seeking, it is not enough.
What can become grace? Earning money—that which can be made in America… Mom! Come wearing the watch. I want to see. “Shall I sing? Father.” Stay still. Is the 4th verse of “The Grace of Glory” all done? Once more, read “The Grace.” “Yes.” Glory. “The 4th verse. Even being embraced in glory is His grace—even being intoxicated by love is His grace—lifting up and lifting up to repay—how can I withhold this heart of insufficiency—how can I withhold this heart of insufficiency?” Spoken ordinarily, but how breathtaking. “Yes, that is so.”
Later, two—I made it double. Cain and Abel, you and I, becoming one, how can this wall be crossed? Going to Moranbong I… “It is Omega. (True Mother)” Do you want to see what it is? What does it look like? Can you see? What is it? “
It looks like a watch.” When I think of a watch, time is what must not be forgotten. The time now passing, even though it passes—the time called today, the time I am passing through—will not come again.
The Time That Passes Will Not Come Again
You know it goes with me. Here, where Mother lived, even if Mother does not die and the watch I bought her remains, the watch keeps going. To Mother, since the hand is large, only this is what moves.
Having lived like this, with the atmosphere, the one who goes without forgetting that watch—buying it and going—whatever was given in difficult times must be received with joy.
Hundreds of millions of years—is that not so? Ah, the house is broad and good. Mom, where did you go? Read it once again from the start.
(Recital of “The Grace of Glory” verses 1, 2)
What I have already passed, having entered first, flows away. Even leaving things—what use? The thing passing, the thing left—it is the shimjeong of a child. Now, then? (Recital of “The Grace of Glory” verses 3, 4) Even the one who recited alone, hearing now the Teacher's words, becomes different, no? “Yes.” Coming as a passing guest—ah, looking at it, even Teacher will fly off shortly, Las Vegas.
Those trees, the handkerchief I bought as a gift—a handkerchief-like gift—Teacher knows that it can be established and carries it about—the savings-bank-like sound—I miss it. All things even—the grasses around us—seeing me, I want to hear the news of when you were alive and the freedom of the days ahead—even the homeland is so. A place no one can forget.
Now let us sing. “Yes. We will sing. Together with energy, we shall offer up "The Grace of Glory.” (Choral singing of “The Grace of Glory”)
Devotion Offered Will Not Disappear
“How can I withhold?” “How shall I attend?” That scene from those days is still vividly real. When we must live one lifetime like that, the setting sun in the garden, its shadow trying to cover me—leaping over it, with the feeling of entering the boundless sea, since tomorrow I cannot welcome myself again—how the parental shimjeong that raises a child sprouts.
Today, again pondering deep life—it is the 23rd, tomorrow. Let us read this one. “The Most Filled Person in the World”—try reading it once, loudly.
(Hoon Dok Hae, As a Peace-Loving Global Citizen, Chapter 3, “The Most Filled Person in the World,” from “You Are the Great Teacher of My Life”)
Devotion offered does not disappear—as long as I am alive. You must eat your meals and go. Since I had sweet potato, I had no thought of rice. (Applause)