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For over ten years, my children and I lived painful days due to my wife’s mental illness, unable to lead a normal life. At night, sleep eluded us—tormented by sleep paralysis and nightmares. Closing my eyes brought terror, so we kept the lights on, but rest was impossible. Social phobia, fear, panic disorder, sleep paralysis—she couldn’t leave the house alone, living in isolation and seclusion, attempting suicide multiple times. We hid or discarded anything that could become a weapon. She took dozens of medications, trying every recommended remedy, but nothing worked. I took her to church for counseling and laying on of hands, but it was futile, leaving only deeper wounds and greater pain.
Then one day, I discovered the teacher’s Word online community. The writings and lectures contained things I’d never heard in my life, completely unlike the sermons I’d heard from pastors. Every verse was rooted in Scripture, undeniable, and astonishing. For over ten days, I immersed myself in his writings and lectures, and the Word gradually pierced my heart. Though I’d attended church for over 30 years since childhood, these were teachings I’d never encountered—mysterious, wondrous, shocking, and overwhelming. Only a prophet sent by God could write such things. The praise was beautiful, penetrating deep into my heart, beyond human expression. Tears streamed down my face for days as I read. From Japan, I brought my wife and children to attend the lectures for about two weeks. Morning, afternoon, and evening, for days, my wife listened, trembling with tension.
On the third evening, she poured out hidden struggles she’d never shared with anyone to the teacher. After unburdening her heart, the tension left her face, and her spirit brightened. As she tried to sleep early, she froze, then saw something black leave her body. Startled, she ran to the teacher, who said it was the spirit of fear and dread departing. Watching from the side, I was astounded. The truth’s Word dug into her dark, hidden depths, drawing everything out, and its power healed years of illness. I couldn’t help but marvel at how this truth’s power, sharp as a blade, could pierce and discern the deepest heart. Unlike pastors shouting, “Satan, be gone!” the healing didn’t take long. After over a decade of exhaustion, our family wept a sea of tears, witnessing the living, breathing power of true truth—something unseen anywhere else. Our hardships, pain, and wounds turned to gratitude, a treasure gifted through tears.
Even our sins become a foundation for humility before the truth, a grace where nothing is wasted. From childhood, hardship, pain, sorrow, and tears led me to seek the Lord, becoming my first love upon finding true truth. I was deeply grateful to the teacher.
In life, I had so many questions for God, unanswered by anyone—not even renowned pastors. Where is God? How does He hear and answer countless prayers? What about the endless universe, time, space, Earth’s purpose, animals, plants, sea creatures, living beings? Why do only humans speak, possess intelligence, emotions, and sorrow? Angels, demons, spirits unseen, past, present, future, civilization—when people die, life ends, so how do they go to heaven or hell? No one knows or has seen it; must we blindly believe? It was maddening. The Bible hinted at God’s existence, but so much was incomprehensible, piling up questions like an ancient tale. Must I live believing this until death? Pursuing truth with the teacher for years, I asked countless questions. Others around me did too, yet he answered instantly—never hesitating, pondering, or struggling—like he knew them all. He unraveled each question until we understood, even when we layered more atop them. Each answer was astonishing, wondrous, sometimes fearful. No scholar, doctor, or pastor combined could know these things—only God could.
Living with the teacher, he draws out our sinful habits in real-time, explaining why they occur and their root causes. At first, I denied and rejected it. We each have our own laws, morals, ethics, and worldly standards, so we clash with truth, unable to accept it easily. Unable to see myself clearly and wisely because of my entrenched belief in my own rightness, I couldn’t embrace or change through truth. He pointed out how this leads to excuses and lies, yet seeing my unyielding habits taught me that will and resolve alone can’t fix them. In church, I’d sin, repent, and repeat endlessly, feeling doubt and torment. The saying, “People can’t be fixed,” rang true—our will and resolve can’t do it. Habits formed since childhood harden over time, becoming natural. I easily judged others’ flaws, got angry when things didn’t suit me, and grew disillusioned with myself. Seeing habits emerge automatically, even when I knew better, I desperately realized human will and resolve can’t change them. The teacher has said countless times that only the gift of power can renew and transform us. By using others as a mirror to reflect on myself, I lay bare the habits of sin, examine them in detail, and earnestly pray to the Lord, sincerely longing to receive the gift of His power. We can recognize it by seeing the fruits of those who received the gift before us. Receiving the gift of God’s power is essential for our salvation—it is the power of life itself, through which we can be reborn and truly changed.
Living together, we sometimes clash or argue. Without hearing both sides, the teacher, knowing our habits, resolves issues with justice, righteousness, faithfulness, and divine wisdom—sometimes with stern rebuke and instruction. Truth is applied in life, not mere words or theory, but living power.
He clearly explains that human illness stems from sin, and possession is within God’s providence. Before him, our sickness, sin, habits, and weaknesses are exposed. He teaches how to escape sinful habits and heal illness. Only here, through the teacher’s truth, does sin become a foundation for humility’s grace. True truth is alive, vibrant, and has the power to see all things clearly.
Living with the teacher for over a decade, the vastness of the truth we’ve heard and learned—God’s astonishing mysteries—exceeds what our hearts can hold, too much for books to contain. The teacher is filled with Scripture. The wonders of God’s mysteries, beyond human comprehension, are explained yet remain hard to grasp.
Does your church pastor have such power? Scripture says to test shepherds—do it. True grace isn’t words or theory, but power. A true shepherd must know all God’s mysteries and manifest power. Curious about that power? Attend the lectures! You’ll find true truth.
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