10. God’s Power Over Demons
It was the New Year of 2010. The teacher was on the sixth day of fasting without a single sip of water. Among the members of the online community, there were three sisters. Though all shared the same last name, Yoon, they were from different regions. The teacher remarked that they seemed to be real sisters and said he would visit them after the fast ended. But on the sixth day of his fast, these sisters came to visit.
Their mother had been a Buddhist for 30 years, and the three daughters had no religion. They came to know the online community because the eldest daughter was suffering from severe depression and panic disorder, and her health had deteriorated significantly. She had attempted suicide several times, but each time her younger sister had discovered her just in time to save her life. Because of her condition, the entire family was living under a cloud of depression, and even the mother was on psychiatric medication. In desperation to find a way to save her daughter, they came across the online community by chance.
The mother pleaded earnestly, saying she would do anything if only her daughter could be healed. She had tried shaman rituals, done everything she possibly could, but nothing worked. Her daughter became more and more frail—thin, and shaking, and terrifying when overcome by rage. The whole family lived in fear. She had grabbed knives, threatened to kill her mother, and often said she would end her own life, tormenting her family. They had to hide anything sharp in the house.
As the teacher taught the Word, he gently unraveled the tangled threads—explaining clearly why the eldest daughter was mentally afflicted, why depression and panic disorder had come upon her, and how she could be healed. Because he taught directly from the Bible, they were astonished and chose to believe and follow him. The teacher then gave signs to the mother and the three sisters.
Seeing that they still struggled to fully believe—wavering between faith and doubt—The teacher said, in the presence of other saints, ‘I am Moses, the servant of God. If you believe and follow me, you will either see an angel or behold God’s seraphim.’. He had already explained to the sisters what seraphim were—how they looked, how they moved, and the light they radiated—so they were already familiar with what to expect.
On the fifth day after that, early in the morning, at their apartment in Cheonan on the fifth floor of a corridor-style building, the sisters witnessed a seraph. The teacher had described in detail what he had seen in the past—its form, color, and movements—and just as he described, they saw it with their own eyes. The seraph glowed with a terrifyingly white light and hovered very close to them. It moved so fast across the sky—faster than their eyes or necks could follow—that it painted the sky like a brush stroke.
It was so large, amazing, and surreal that they woke their sleeping mother. Together, the mother and two daughters witnessed it. Strangely, although there were shops on the first floor and a playground with people around, no one else saw it. Despite its overwhelming brilliance and nearness, it appeared only to them.
Having received such undeniable proof, the sisters decided to leave behind worldly things and follow God’s will through the teacher’s teachings. The eldest, who had been ill, began following the teacher, who taught God’s love. At first, despite being taught the same message hundreds of times, she could not understand it. The teacher did not shout, “Satan, be gone!” like other pastors. Instead, he taught her how to repent and guided her to dismantle the house of sin within herself.
Initially, she couldn’t listen at all. She was unable to repent. Her condition was the worst—panic disorder, depression, bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, expressive disorder. It was so serious that the psychiatric hospital recommended long-term hospitalization. Her mother was devastated, fearing she’d never see her daughter return to normal again.
Even when she came to the learning center, she repeatedly threatened suicide, ran barefoot through the hallway, and said she’d jump out the window. During panic attacks, she couldn’t breathe, and her body would stiffen. When demons were at work, her behavior would change—she would cry when others laughed, laugh when others prayed with tears. She had expressive issues, used a baby voice while cursing, and would fall into delusions—getting angry or sad over things that hadn’t actually happened. She was consumed by jealousy and hatred, leading to repeated panic episodes that left her gasping and paralyzed. Then one day during a lecture, the teacher, seeing her pride and continued sin, declared in front of everyone: “From tomorrow, you will no longer walk on your own feet. You’ll have to be carried to the bathroom in shame, showing your backside to others.”
Just as he said, the next day she couldn’t walk at all. For a week, she had to be carried, suffering the humiliation he had spoken of. Struck with fear, she came to believe even more deeply that the teacher was truly God’s messenger, Moses. She repented and asked for forgiveness. In response to her repentance, the teacher said, “From tomorrow, you’ll walk again.” And amazingly, just as he declared, she got up the next day as if nothing had happened and walked again in full health. Now, her mind has returned to normal, her health restored. She lives a life of repentance, praying for others who are suffering as she once did, and serving in many ways.
Through the teacher, we have come to see God’s true love—taught with immense patience and lived out with real power. Visitors witness and experience this divine reality. Ultimately, the daughter was pulled from the pit of sin, delivered from demons, and healed. As the teacher warns, “If one fails to truly repent, the spirit that left will return with stronger ones, and their condition will be worse than before.” That’s why he leads people to repentance—not by force, but with persistent teaching and guidance. Watching the process of the eldest daughter’s healing, we deeply felt that God is truly love.
Even when we volunteers get frustrated or irritated, the teacher never gives up on us. He teaches patiently, corrects firmly, comforts gently, and treats everyone with consistent love. Through this, we realized: he is truly the shepherd sent by God. The sister later confessed, “I didn’t even know what love was. My heart was cold—like ice.” But the teacher’s love melted her, helped her feel what God’s love really is, and led her to start listening to the Word.
11. Church vs. Truth
After hearing the truth, I gained a clear standard by which I could discern. All the unresolved questions I had while attending church were answered. The teacher tells us to compare what we have heard—the truth—with other religions, to see, listen, and discern for ourselves what is truly genuine and what is false. In contrast, the church blocks the eyes and ears of its congregation, forbidding them from listening to other sermons or exploring other religions, condemning such interest as hypocrisy. Prophetic prayers were nothing more than blessings for worldly success, and the so-called gifts of power were superficial, mystical illusions—no different from shamanistic spells and magic. Everything was false. It was a foolish faith, clinging to and loyally following a delusional God that cannot be grasped or realized. I had turned to church seeking comfort in the midst of my suffering, but the church only fed me dreams and inflated hopes, making me believe I could obtain blessings. Using spiritual-sounding words that neither made sense nor could be verified, they manipulated my desperate heart, exploiting it to strip me of all I owned—my finances, my peace, my will.
Despite this, I couldn’t leave. They prophesied, “If you don’t do this or that, your daughter will die in broad daylight,” or “your third and fourth generations will be cursed.” I was terrified. I became a slave to the church. The pastor ruled over the congregation like a deity, making himself an object of fear.
My body and mind were crushed. I lost control over my life. My family was broken. I lived with my two daughters, but even my salary was taken from me. I once had to feed my hungry children sugar powder because there was nothing else. They told me Satan was working through me and that I was harming my daughters spiritually, to the point where I was forbidden from being called “mother” by my own children. My heart was torn to shreds, my body wasting away to skin and bones.
I had turned to church, believing in God and hoping for comfort—but there I experienced shame and humiliation worse than anything I had faced in the world. In the end, when I became too sick and close to death to be of use, the church abandoned me at a prayer center. I had devoted my life to serving, believing the pastor to be God’s servant, but I was left without answers, crushed with despair, barely able to breathe.
But after God allowed me to meet the teacher, I began to witness miracles and received healing in both body and soul. With peace in my heart, my once-cold and stoic personality changed—I became playful and light-hearted, like a child. Even though I still haven’t fully recognized my bad habits and had nothing but the confession, ‘I will not live for the world but follow the hope of Christ,’ He granted me the gift of tongues by His grace, despite my unworthiness to receive it.
Though I was thankful for the gift like a child receiving a present, I didn’t yet understand how precious it was. Covetousness, jealousy, arguments, lust, deceit, arrogance, and anger still ruled in me. I couldn’t accept the teacher’s rebuke, even though the truth was being applied in my life. I thought, “I didn’t do anything wrong—why is the teacher scolding me?” Even as he pointed out my bad habits, I would not listen, overcome by emotion.
As a result, I did not change. The rebukes continued. My heart remained stubborn and distant from the teacher. Just like the Israelites who witnessed miracles in the wilderness but still didn’t believe, I too had seen many miracles but could not follow wholeheartedly. The gift of tongues, given by grace, lost its power and eventually ceased. It was incredibly difficult to recover it, and it took a long time. Through this, I realized how deceitful and double-minded the human heart is.
With one mouth I thanked the teacher for saving me, yet with the same mouth I rejected the truth that exposed my sinful habits. I only wanted to hear pleasant things. I lived in contradiction—ungrateful and unworthy of grace. Repeating this cycle for a long time, I could not fully obey the Word. The teacher said, “Human willpower, determination, and resolve cannot overcome sin’s habits. You will fall.”
He said the only way to break sin’s hold is through the power of God—the gift of tongues and spiritual grace. He rebuked me continually, saying, “You still haven’t given up yourself. You’re trying to do it with your own effort.” Even after being rebuked, I still relied on myself, expecting I could do well, only to fall again, feeling despair and unable to obey. I confessed, “I can’t do this. Help me. Have mercy on me. I am evil, proud, and full of sin.”
There was nothing I could do—only pray, weep, and beg for help. The teacher’s rebukes, exhortations, and desperate prayers with tears became nourishment that helped me grow. His long patience and love allowed me to begin breaking down my stubbornness. I started listening more and putting others’ words before my own thoughts.
He taught that only the spiritual gift can free us from sin’s habits. I began to long for tongues again and joined in walking prayers with the teacher. He prayed to God, even offering his own life for my sake, asking God to give me tongues. I, too, cried out, “If I don’t receive tongues, I will die,” and wept bitterly. One day, the teacher declared, “Today you will receive tongues.” And miraculously, I did.
Tongues had never come by my effort. I was unworthy. Yet God gave it to me by grace. I was overjoyed. The teacher never let go of my hand. His sacrificial love—even to the point of giving his life for me—was a love unlike anything in this world.
The tongues I received in the church before were shallow. It began with “la-la-la” and turned into repetitive chants. I prayed all night, shouting, losing my voice. My hands moved on their own, I laid hands on others, but inside I was anxious, prideful, and emotionally unstable. I clapped and yelled, “Satan, get out in Jesus’ name!”—but it felt more like fighting an invisible war than true prayer.
Despite my fervor, my heart grew emptier. I longed for something but didn’t know what. With no goal or sense of where I was going, I could only follow the pastor’s lead as he vaguely spoke of incomprehensible things under the guise of spirituality. I had no choice but to pursue intangible spiritual things I couldn’t grasp, and I was always anxious and restless. However, after meeting the teacher and witnessing someone with the gift of tongues, I came to feel the true tongues of God. For a heart that couldn’t fully trust in God and was wandering, longing to go out into the world, tongues became a reference point that allowed him to abandon vain dreams. I sensed that it led him with wisdom and understanding to do things impossible by human limitations. Even without worldly knowledge or education, the gifted one feels that God leads them with wisdom and understanding to do things that human limitations cannot achieve. While ordinary people grumble and get angry, saying that difficult tasks—which even intellectuals with university and graduate degrees from the world claim they cannot handle—are burdensome, the gifted one never loses the smile on their face. Despite not having studied these things, they handle them wisely, with a perspective and insight that cannot be compared to others. When it’s hard to explain a situation or bring something up—when words fail due to the subtlety or sensitivity of the matter—I see the gifted one express it with precision and sharpness, while also considering the listener’s perspective and position, speaking with a wisdom that thoughtfully regards the other person. They spoke with warmth and understanding, always bringing light to darkened hearts.
True truth answers any question, at any place, without hesitation. When facing difficulty, the teacher would give wise words in advance to help avoid the problem. He healed those with mental illness, panic disorder, and more, not through dramatic exorcisms with shouts of ‘Satan, get out of him’ or prayers with the laying on of hands. Instead, he fasted for three days without a sip of water, receiving righteousness from God to offer prayers, and though the timing varied, demons departed and illnesses were healed.
He unravels the reasons for our problems and inevitable pain with the Word, as if untangling a knotted thread, teaching us how to break down the house of sin so we can repent on our own. Even if we ask the same question dozens or hundreds of times a day, he answers every time and patiently teaches us hundreds of times over. With love that endures through rebuke and instruction, he holds onto us and embraces us until we can be healed, showing compassion to each and every person. The teacher has no books in his study, no worldly knowledge or education. Yet, with a power and wisdom that defy human understanding, he resolves our worries, pains, and illnesses in the midst of life, and the evidence of this is always manifest. When he speaks in tongues, the words of the Bible flow from his heart as if springing forth naturally—it is utterly astonishing, wondrous, and amazing. The wisdom and knowledge that emerge from life, in every principle, seem boundless. Through him, I realize and experience the truth that when one receives the Holy Spirit, they comprehend all things without being taught, witnessing this mastery and its evidence (Isaiah 40:13-17; 1 Corinthians 2:4-16).
I want to convey this to everyone reading this text: If there is falsehood, then true truth surely exists as well. We must realize that if we cry out to God in vain in church, deceived by human teachings and emotions, trapped in a cycle of repeating sins, we become blind—unable to see or find the true fruit and results. If the fruit of Christ, as revealed in the Scriptures, is not in your heart, I hope you will have doubts, discern, and seek the true truth.