The next morning, she woke up before any of the villagers. In the early morning grayness, she found an old broom behind a shed. She quickly swept the courtyard where several houses faced each other. She tidied it up and then went back to her spot beside the stream.

When the people came out, they noticed the clean courtyard right away.

"What happened?" they asked each other. "Who did this?" It didn't take them too long to figure out that it must have been the young stranger. Nevertheless, they continued to ignore her. The second day was more difficult than the first because, by this time, she was very hungry. At one home, the front room had been made into a sort of store. She went in and bought a big rice ball. She had so little money, she would have to spend it carefully.

She had been brought up in the city and a rather well-to-do home, so farm life was totally new to her. She watched the people throughout the day and saw how hard they worked and how little they had. What a difficult life!

"How can I help these people, Heavenly Father?" she asked. She concentrated on loving them. Hot tears began flowing down her face. All day she prayed, and every time she thought of the hard life of these families her tears refused to stop. She came to understand that these were Heavenly Father's tears. He had seen their suffering for many years, and He could feel his tears for these people running down someone's face.

The next morning, after another night in the clump of trees, she swept the earth around more of the cottages and piled things up neatly. Again, when the villagers awoke, they were astonished.

On the third day, she did more cleaning and gathered straw for repairing the roofs.

Then, she walked around the village and tried once again to talk to the people. She played with the children. One mother even talked to her a few moments, and that is how she learned that all the villagers already knew she was from Teacher Moon's church. How they got that information, she didn't know.

She went back to the clump of trees and prayed even more fervently for them. By this time, she knew all their faces and could picture them in her mind when she prayed.

In the afternoon, she again walked through the village, and the young mother in the first house took pity on her and invited her in for a cup of tea. A few rice cakes were served.

They talked about the children and family life. They talked about the problems of farming. They talked about loneliness and constant fatigue. The mother began to feel she had a friend who understood her- someone who cared.

Again, the girl asked, "Isn't there some way I can help you? I really do want to work."

"Well," answered the young mother, not able to resist such a tempting offer any longer, "if you really want to help, I do have a few things." She looked closely at this strange girl. "But I just don't understand why you are doing it. I can't pay you."

"It's alright," the girl reassured her. "I WANT to do it." Soon she was sweeping and scrubbing floors, washing dishes, and caring for children. She was happy.

The next day, she went around asking the farmers how she could help. One man handed her a tool and said, "Well, if you insist, maybe you could help with some digging."

She worked hard from morning 'til night. The people she worked for shared food with her.

That evening, the villagers gathered in clumps. "Why is she doing this?" they asked each other. "I just don't understand such a person," they said.

"Well, I surely do wish my girl would work that hard," sighed one.

"Maybe she's going to ask for money."

"We better not trust her."

Someone approached her and asked, "Who is your father?" If she was from a special family, they would treat her better. But they learned he was just an ordinary person.

They asked, "Did you finish high school?"

"Yes," she answered, "In fact, I graduated from the University."

"You are a university graduate?" they asked astounded. "But why are you doing farm work?"

She just smiled and picked up a scythe and walked off to cut some weeds before the sun went down.

Now their curiosity was getting really intense. The next day they stopped her again. "Come on. Tell us what you're really doing."

She smiled and answered, "What do you want to know?"

"Everything," they answered. "Our relatives and friends want to know, too."

"Will you gather them all together, and will you let me speak as long as I wish and explain whatever I wish, and will you listen?" she asked. She might as well ask for everything while she was at it.

"Alright," they agreed. "We will let you do that."

The next evening, after the usual long day of work, many of the villagers gathered in the largest home. After they were settled, she stood up to speak. It was unusual for a woman-especially a young one and especially a stranger-to speak to a group of men and women. She took a deep breath and began her story.

"I graduated from Ehwa University," she said. "Almost right away, I met a member of Unification Church, and I learned about a new revelation from God and about a man named Sun Myung Moon. . . ."

They listened, and during parts of her story, tears came to her eyes. As she told them about God's heart of pain, she cried. The villagers were touched. Their hearts came to life. First, some of the women began to cry. Then even some of the men let the tears come. They felt the love of God in their hearts.

When she stopped speaking and sat down, the father stood up, "Even here in our little village," he said, "we have heard terrible stories about your church. We thought it was full of evil people, and, honestly speaking, we were afraid of you. But I can see now that you aren't evil at all. I feel something in my heart I have never felt before. Do you think you could explain this-what do you call it-Divine Principle-to us?"

The girl could only cry and nod her head happily. "It's what I have prayed for," she said.

In the days that followed, she taught almost everyone in the village.