Chung Sik Woo joined Father in October 1957.

I had many opportunities to discuss the Bible and the life of Jesus with the minister. I asked him a lot of questions about God's providence, but his answers were not clear enough. I wanted to know how I could see God. The minister told me that having so many questions meant that Satan was occupying me; I should just have faith and follow the Bible's direction. I didn't feel that way; I had to see and to know-then I could trust. One day after service he made an announcement about me to the congregation saying that Satan was controlling me because I was bothered by so many questions. That kind of faith was no good, he said, but I could not accept that. By the time I was 12 I had developed resentment toward Christianity.

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President Eu, a very good-looking gentleman at the time, was sitting in a chair, while Father knelt on the floor. At first I didn't know which of them was Rev. Moon, but I knew when he began to speak. I had heard many ministers give sermons, but I had never heard anyone speak so sincerely about the liberation of God's heart with so much sweat and so many tears as Father did!

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Three weeks later my ears opened and I was able to hear Father's prayers. My whole complexion and countenance began to change and I started to smile all the time. In my eyes the old people in the church looked like angels; they seemed like noble and important people. I was quite humbled in my attitude toward them, and I felt so much like a sinner that I couldn't even talk to them. I marveled at them for having joined the church before I did. That feeling stayed with me for many months.

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From that time on my spiritual senses opened, and whenever I prayed about Father my ancestors would come in my dreams and guide me. Once they guided me to a beautiful palace and opened its 12 gates, which revealed a young master inside. They said that this young man was the son of God and that God had given him all power and authority to accomplish His will, so I bowed down before him. I didn't see the young man's face, but after I had this dream for three days, I realized it was Father. My ancestors helped me in this way. I became so sensitive spiritually that for three years, whenever Father spoke at Sunday service, I could only cry.