It’s been over 20 years since I met this teacher, and I want to share the living witnesses of God’s true Spirit of truth that have been given to me.
1. Why I Believe He Is Moses
For eight years, I devoted everything—my material possessions, body, and heart—to serving God through church loyalty. Despite my zeal, I suffered nightly auditory hallucinations and nightmares, unable to sleep or digest food properly, barely eating. Eventually, sickness struck, my body wasting away to skin and bones, teetering on death’s edge. Losing everything, I was terrified, thinking, “Now I’m truly going to die.” If I could ask God anything, I wanted to know: I’d served the church faithfully, never missing a Sunday, active in choir and flower arranging, prioritizing church over personal life—why did I lose all and face a deadly illness? What went wrong? I prayed, sought renowned pastors and prayer retreats, but found no answers. In despair at a retreat, I pleaded, “God, if only for the lips that have called You, let me meet You once before I die.”
One day there, I met God’s true shepherd. The teacher explained, verse by verse from Scripture, why I was sick, why I endured such pain and tears—unraveling my tangled life like a knotted thread. To me, whose hope was severed and breathing a struggle, his words were a ray of light, giving me a reason to rise from awaiting death. He taught about creation, rebirth, Satan’s existence, demons, why some are born disabled, human origins and destiny, the church’s birth and worship’s centrality, heavenly ideals and values—wondrous truths unheard anywhere else. Who was this man, speaking such vast wisdom without hindrance? It was astonishing. He paired Scriptural proofs, clear and precise—secrets in a Bible I’d read countless times, yet never seen, leaving me marveling, “Is this the same Bible?”
He told me, “I am God’s servant Moses. If you believe and follow this Word, in three days and nights, you’ll see God’s form or an angel.” I followed, and exactly three days and nights later, I saw God’s form in awe. It was a slightly cloudy day on a busy backroad near a bustling market. Glancing up, I saw seven immense, radiant beams before me—each a pillar rooted majestically in the earth, soaring skyward, like standing before a colossal wall. Not a faint rainbow after rain, but a grand, unparalleled seven-hued rainbow—God’s form (Ezekiel 1:26). Each pillar had width and depth, overwhelmingly majestic and awe-inspiring—I stood, mouth agape, staring in wonder. More astonishingly, only the teacher and I saw it. Amid many passersby, none reacted to this undeniable spectacle—no photos, no frenzy—just odd glances at us, as if we were strange. God promised a sinner like me His form, fulfilling it precisely after three days and nights with heavenly proof, an undeniable gift. He said, “This is My beloved son, My servant Moses. Serve him as you serve Me. Treat him as a husband, and a curse will come; serve him as Lord, and blessings will abound.”
2. The Power of Praise
God bestowed great grace on my dying self through “the power of praise.” Worldly churches’ “praise” isn’t this. I learned it’s the beautiful sacrifice of lips offered by angels and heaven’s people to God (Hebrews 13:15)—a divine power blending depth, warmth, and gentleness, engraving love on our conscience. For two months, he carried my sick self, sharing praise—so beautiful that tears of gratitude soaked us both. Through it, childhood wounds and my ailing body healed. Once outwardly smiling yet inwardly weeping, praise filled me with outward and inward joy and gratitude. Unable to maintain normal weight, I gained 12 kilograms in two months—a healing beyond human comprehension. “Praise of God” is a song of love, joy, and gentleness, unlike any earthly poetry.
He offers praise not just in lectures but anytime, anywhere in life—wisdom’s poetry transcending limits, revealing heaven’s beauty, instilling hope. Like soft cotton, it melts my heart with God’s love, enriching it. Sometimes it exposes my sins as rebuke, sometimes urges as instruction, unveils heavenly mysteries with divine wisdom, answers my prayers, or comforts my struggles—a unique, beautiful love song unheard elsewhere. Unlike church “praise,” this spiritual praise can’t be recalled or mimicked, beyond earthly words or poetry—a living, dynamic beauty surpassing human limits.
Once, I experienced Scripture’s praise. Running a hair salon, a grandmother, mother, and crying infant visited. The perm solution’s stench likely irritated the baby, who wailed incessantly. The apologetic mother and grandmother took turns stepping outside, but it was a cold winter day—too harsh for a baby outdoors. Inside, the air worsened the crying, annoying other customers. Seeing this, the teacher said, “Give me the child briefly,” cradling the infant and offering praise. Miraculously, the baby stopped crying, smiled, and babbled at him—stunning the grandmother, mother, and customers. A bystander asked about the unknown language; unfamiliar with “praise,” the unbelieving group didn’t grasp his explanation, “It’s just something like that,” as he smiled. We couldn’t understand its heavenly tongue, but the infant did, ceasing tears to play joyfully for over two hours until they left. Jesus said,
And said unto him, Hearest thou what these say? And Jesus saith unto them, Yea; have ye never read, Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings thou hast perfected praise?(Matthew 21 : 16)
Recovering, I joined the teacher in caring for the homeless at my salon. Winters saw many freeze to death on streets. He bought 100 parkas, roaming Seoul’s Ewha and Station areas late at night, clothing shivering homeless, bathing the worst off, and bringing them home—our family grew. Yet, most couldn’t settle; recovering slightly, their habits drove them back to drink and wander. Knowing they’d leave, he still cared, despite others saying, “Why feed and clothe these ungrateful people?” He replied, “God’s love seeks no reward. Giving money for food, knowing they’ll buy liquor, is fine—if even one eats, it’s right.”
Once, a homeless man with severe tremors couldn’t spoon food, slurping rice-mixed udon from a bowl. Seeing this, the teacher grieved, fasting three days without water, then laying hands on him. A week later, the man shouted joyfully, “Teacher, look—my hands don’t shake anymore!”—grateful beyond words. The teacher rarely lays hands casually—always fasting without water, seeking God’s righteousness—yet the sick and possessed are consistently healed.
3. God Heals My Paralyzed Mother
My mother, a devoted deaconess, hosted the teacher’s first visit. That day, she suffered a stroke—her lips twisted, body frail, bedridden. Despite it being his first visit, he fasted three days without water for her. Afterward, he said, “God commands us to love even enemies—how can you love others without loving your husband? Forgive him fully.” Her pent-up resentment burst into wails. With his hands laid on her, two demons shuddered out, her paralysis lifted, lips normalized. The next day, she cooked and washed, serving him heartily.
4. God’s Promise
With two daughters, my illness led that church to discard me at a retreat, claiming I owed 6 billion won spiritually, harassing my parents for unspent money, and withholding my girls. Meeting the teacher, learning truth, and regaining health filled me with gratitude, but my heart ached for my daughters, crying daily. He called me, saying, “Though your heart breaks now, wait two years—you’ll bring them back. Unsteady and unwhole before God, you can do nothing now. First, stand firm, then retrieve them—they’re a blessing.” I asked, “How, when they live as orphans?” He replied, Only by living like orphans can one truly learn what the tears of orphans mean, what kind of sorrow they go through, and only then can one gain a heart of compassion that tenderly understands their pain. And through that compassion, won’t you come to know the beautiful love of God that allows you to cry out with tears in prayer?” Those words brought me great comfort and helped me realize the deep providence of God. And indeed, after two years, I was finally able to bring the children back.
Through him, I experience God’s ordained providence—Everything was clear and certain because it was based on the Word. All the prophecies that were spoken to me in advance came to pass exactly as they were told. Even when I found myself in difficult situations, I was often given words of wisdom to avoid those troubles. The teacher would say, “If the other person asks you this, you should answer like this. Then you will be able to avoid the difficult situation without any problems.” And just as the teacher had said, the person asked exactly that question.—When I responded with the answer the teacher had given me beforehand, I was able to completely avoid the difficulty, just as foretold. Since meeting the teacher and living according to his guidance, there have been countless times when things unfolded exactly as he had spoken, and I could escaped danger countless times.
5. Heaven’s Harmony
While the teacher was fasting, God showed something truly beautiful in the sky. It was the first day of the fast, in the month of November, around 7 p.m. Dark clouds had filled the sky as if it were about to rain, and it looked like a downpour could begin at any moment. From a distance, we could hear the sound of heavy rain falling. The teacher and I were praying on the school playground when large raindrops began to fall lightly on our shoulders.
In the midst of prayer, I looked up at the sky—and what I saw was so astonishing that I cried out to the teacher to look up at the heavens. Most of the sky was covered in thick, dark clouds, as dark as black soil, and the sound of a torrential downpour could be heard in the distance. But directly above where the teacher and I were standing, the clouds had parted in a perfect circular opening, and in that large round patch of clear sky, the bright night heavens stretched wide above us. Only the spot where we stood was open—like a round hole in the sky—and through that clear break in the clouds, the beautiful night sky sparkled with stars that twinkled like they were singing, gently and brightly shining one after another.
It was a sight I had never witnessed once in my entire life—so astonishing, and so beautiful. Looking up at that breathtaking sky, I gave thanks to God and finished praying. As we were heading home, the clear night sky—open in a perfect circle only above the teacher and me—began to close up again with dark clouds, and a torrential rain began to pour. Had I experienced this just once, I might have thought, “Perhaps this is just a natural phenomenon.”But, miraculously and mysteriously, the exact same thing happened the very next day—in the exact same way, in the exact same pattern. The dark clouds parted in a perfect circle, revealing the clear sky and a wondrous harmony of beauty. Through this experience, I became absolutely convinced that the teacher is indeed the servant of God, Moses—not just 100%, but 120% certain—because it was God Himself who showed me the harmony and signs in the sky as evidence. And I can say with firm conviction: As long as one follows this truth and walks with the teacher, everyone who walks with him will witness the power of God at work, and will experience the mysterious, marvelous, and awe-inspiring signs that testify to God’s truth and presence.
6. God’s Healing
My second child was in very poor health. Having grown up in a difficult environment, the child became extremely anxious and nervous—so much so that people considered her mentally deficient child due to her strange behavior. Her eyes became crossed, and the capillaries in her nose were so weak that even the slightest fatigue or the gentlest bump would trigger a nosebleed—not just an ordinary one, but more like a broken faucet, pouring blood uncontrollably, to the point where even a towel couldn’t contain it. Every time that happened, I was terrified, thinking, “Is my child going to die from bleeding like this?” After two years, I was finally able to bring the child back into my care.
On the third day with me, the child seemed tired and, right in front of the teacher, began gushing blood from the nose again, just as before. The teacher, shocked by the sight, embraced the child with tears in their eyes and prayed: “Child, from this moment on, blood shall never again flow from your nose.” And miraculously, the nosebleed stopped right then and there. From that day onward—now over 20 years later—not once has the child experienced another nosebleed. Even though this child used to bleed profusely from even the slightest touch, there was a time when she even slammed her nose into a wall so hard she saw stars—yet not a single drop of blood came out. It wasn’t a gradual recovery. Ever since the moment that prayer was spoken, there has not been even a trace of a nosebleed. It was so miraculous and so deeply moving—an undeniable sign both for the child and for me.