When they arrived in Seoul in early 1954, Mr. Eu quickly found a small place where they could live. Right away, Father began thoroughly teaching Mr. Eu the Divine Principle. They also prayed long hours that people might be led to their place. Mr. Eu quickly learned how earnest Father was about his mission and how hard this work would be.

Before long, a few people did start coming--one here; one there. This was good, but it wasn't enough. Father knew it would be important to get the Christian churches to help him, so he and Mr. Eu went to Christians again and again, telling them about God's new message and praying deeply for them.

Despite their hard work, however, the same thing happened as before. The Christian people heard Father teaching about God and Jesus. His stories were different from what was taught in their churches, so they thought Father must be from Satan. They stayed away.

During this time, one of the men who had joined in Taegu arrived in Seoul to join Father. We know him today as David S.C. Kim, the President of Unification Theological Seminary in America.

This man had been a high ranking government official under Syngman Rhee for 14 years. He wasn't like just any government man, however. He was also very spiritual. God had saved his life during the war and had given him a spiritual experience he couldn't forget. He really wanted to work for God, but he wasn't sure how. He went to church faithfully and led the choir, but he knew there had to be more to a spiritual life than that.

When his friend, Mr. Aum, suggested to Mr. Kim in February 1954 that he should visit Sun Myung Moon's little group in Taegu, he did it. After hearing the teaching and after a couple of inspiring spiritual experiences, he became one of Father's followers.

When he appeared in Seoul, then, Father welcomed him warmly and put him right to work.

One day soon thereafter, Father seemed to have made up his mind about something.

"The people in the churches still do not want to work with me," he told Mr. Eu." But if I have no church, I cannot bring Christians together. If I can't get Christians to work together, the same thing will happen to me that happened to Jesus: I will be killed, and the Christians will go through terrible suffering." Mr. Eu was very disturbed to hear this, but he didn't know what he could do to help.

"So--," continued Father, not waiting for an answer, "we will just have to create our own church and start from the beginning."

Mr. Eu's eyebrows went up. This sounded like a good idea, but would it be possible? There was just the two of them in Seoul.

Understanding his thoughts, Father added, "It would have been much easier if the churches had united with me, but I just can't wait for them any longer."

Mr. Eu didn't dare think over how possible it might be; he simply gave Father the support he needed and nodded his head.

The building they found for their new church didn't look like a church at all. It was old and rickety. The front door was warped from the rain and lack of paint, so it was difficult to open and close. The roof looked wavy along the top, because the building was sinking in some places, and some of the tiles were missing from the roof. Holes in the walls had been patched over with more old boards, and many of the paper windows were torn. And most strange of all, half of the building was painted red!

Father and his little band were not daunted, however. They scrubbed the building from top to bottom. Then they set to work painting a sign that proclaimed who they were: "Holy Spirit Association for the Unification of World Christianity. "

After nailing it in place, they stood back to admire their handiwork. Suddenly, they burst out laughing. The sign was almost as big as the house itself.

"Is this a good place to unite Christianity?" asked Father.

"Absolutely," answered Mr. Eu and Mr. Kim jovially.

They bowed their heads then and thanked Heavenly Father for their church, which later became known by a shorter name: Unification Church. It was May 1, 1954, the day Father's group of disciples became a church.

Their days were busy, indeed. There was no central figure standing over Father, telling him what to do. Although Father could feel God by his side, he didn't wait to be told what to do. He took responsibility to figure out what must be done, and then he did it.

Father followed his regular schedule. Every morning, he rose before the sun and climbed one of Seoul's mountains to pray. For him, prayer was even more important than food.

Mr. Eu worked hard, also. Father wanted him to do all the teaching, so he studied the Divine Principle long hours. He outlined it. He drew diagrams to help explain it. He prayed over it. And soon he was the official teacher. During his lectures, Father sat by his side, and Mr. Eu could feel his support. He knew Father was praying for him all through the lecture. If a guest asked difficult questions, Father would sometimes help Mr. Eu with the answers.

Before long, there were six members living with Father, sharing one room and the three old blankets they owned. They ate from one bowl. In fact, they did almost everything together. But despite this encouraging beginning, the time came when they couldn't convince anyone else to join. Day after day, no one came to hear about the Divine Principle.

"Hyo Won," said Father one day. "What do you plan to do today?"

"Pray and study and witness," said Mr. Eu.

"Not teach?" asked Father.

"There's no one to teach, Sun Sengnim. "

"Hyo Won," continued Father, "I want you to teach anyway. "

Mr. Eu tried not to show his surprise.

"From now on, I want you to teach every day, even if no one comes," continued Father. "This will make a good condition for people to come. And don't forget--Spirit World is always listening. "

"Yes, Sun Sengnim," promised Mr. Eu. "I will teach. "

Day after day, they prayed and witnessed And day after day, leaning on his cane for support or sitting in a chair, Mr. Eu lectured long hours, pouring his heart out to the thousands of people in Spirit World.

Still, no people came. It became more and more difficult to do anything. It was like trudging through thick mud, with their feet getting heavier and heavier. Everything was indemnity. It was hard to keep going.

"Is it going to be just the seven of us forever?" they wondered "Maybe we're crazy after all."

Father worried about them. Could he keep them from leaving?

"Just don't give up," he urged them. "Hold on. Things will get better- -I promise. You can do it." He reminded them, "God loves you very much. He doesn't want you to have to suffer, but you're the only helpers He has right now, so you're the most important people in the world."

Father also sang with them a lot, and soon there was one song they sang over and over that became their favorite:

Jesus walked that lonesome valley;
He had to walk it by himself.
Oh, nobody else could walk it for him;
He had to walk it by himself.
Jesus had to stand his trial;
He had to stand it by himself.
Oh, nobody else could stand it for him;
He had to stand it by himself.
We must go and stand our trials;
We have to stand them by ourselves.
Oh, nobody else can stand them for us;
We have to stand them by ourselves.

They sang it over and over and over--twice, three times, 20 times, 30. Then they felt stronger and more determined.

Then, Father promised them, "By the end of October we will find new members, and they will be very good quality people, too."

Even so, there were many days when they could find nothing more hopeful than his words.